Thursday, May 3, 2012

Whats that off the Stern?

Eyes of blue, grayest elven sheen made clear
In the summer glades of a mountain weir.
Face resolute, great iron clad battleship,
And a fire inside to use as a whip.
Frizzled hair, electric currents that make
The greatest energy look like a fake!
Dawning Smile, that rises ever, never
Fades; and if so only to be clever.
Blood of my blood? Not so immediate,
But made of stern stuff to survive, a hut
In the green forest of old Nottingham,
And persistent as spring, as Sam I am.
The twinkle in your eye sums up all this,
Thy excitement and passion a great bliss.

                             Whats that off the Stern? (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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