“Kings are the slaves of history.” Leo Tolstoy, War & Peace
When humble workers
Humiliate proud monarchs
The world seems more just
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Wild Waves of Gold
Trembling wheat in the sun-baked winds look like wild waves of gold, skillfully swaying in the glittering day—the fields are an endless and open invitation that calls the free wanderers, the dreamers, and anyone needing a change of pace into its splendor, into its sense of comfortability, into a world separate from the concrete and gray—we may tremble with it—with the wheat spun from the blazing sun, with the carefree visions that may be out of reach for many, including ourselves. The rat race dies here and the unwavering winds bury it in soil while we dance as free as the wheat does.
By Andi Leigha day ago in Poets
Comments (6)
I always love an underdog
Love it, especially as a long-time hockey fan!
The last line!! Wow!! Incredible work DJ! 😦💌
A weird Haiku
I wondered if there would be anything said today about the mighty Oilers' win last night! You never disappoint, D.J.!
But I don't understand the connection of your title and Haiku to hockey 😅