far too young for the joke they trudge and skip
shoulder and veer, stumble and stride
determined and careless, young and older than
past the three-card monte and the snow domes
of Familia Segrada
the stones recall the clamouring hordes
with standards aloft snaking along, alleluias trailing
to a martial beat that quickens the blood
and makes the old men shudder
stirring a history forgotten they sing to the heathens
race memories of earlier crusades in their hearts
About the Creator
Christopher Francis
I began writing as a child, continued as an adult and worked briefly as a professional. Literature and music were and are my passions. Then life got in the way. Now, at 66 they have returned and I am giving them my full attention. Ta da.
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