They Were Nimble and Fair

Lofty expectations

By Rowan Finley Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

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With your presence,

Fill our tent,

And make us potent.

Stir the pot,

Mix life’s stew through and through.

In the fire,

You require,

Our praise,

On the sun rays,

Or on nightly haze.

We expire not,

As we courageously fought,

With wisdom and words,

And the armor that girds.

The birds sung us up some cheer,

The mice caught our every tear.

All creatures nimble and fair,

Each of them, blessedly stare.

Ripples on her naked body of water,

Honest skies dip and tip to applaud her.

But it’s nothing wrong or lewd,

As nature is tried and trued.

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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