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Old 05-11-2011, 08:18 AM   #1056
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Hello, All.

I've been reading back through this thread and was somewhat surprised to find out I've only posted four pieces of my work. I thought I had posted many more. Oh well -- old age and all that...

Here are two more pieces for your reading pleasure:


Godspeed, Queen Admiral Hestorb
by Vandy
© May 9, 2008
Write Naturally Publishing House
...a division of VAN Enterprises

Godspeed, Queen Admiral Hestorb,
In your fine and large ship.
May you find success and more
On your exploratory trip.

Sail West, good Queen and then
Sail beyond the known lands and sea.
Sail West to Mystical Tenne,
Sail into history.

Find a new Heartland for the people,
Urge your crew to be their best.
For no one is your equal
No one can match your quest.

May we all glory in your success,
may we all be saddened by untimely death.
As one we rise to address
the one, the only, for whom we draw breath.

Sail on, Good Queen Admiral
Find a new land for us to settle.
From your strength, we become able
For, in you, we find our own mettle.


Finally, here's an English Sonnet for you:

Ending
An English sonnet by Vandy
© May 5, 2009
The Write Stuff Publishing House
…a division of VAN Enterprises

In the far distance, a bell is tolling.
I find my self listening to its sound.
Joyously ringing, its peals extolling.
Then why do I feel as if I am bound?
Bound by forboding of what it contains,
I can do nothing but shudder with fear.
Then sounds a footfall and rattling of chains,
A presence has come and stands ever near.
Suddenly, at my door, comes death knocking.
I shan't give in to my urge to respond.
Death smiles as I leap to my door locking,
And passes through it to the room beyond.
Resigned, I sigh, and turn to meet my fate,
Gratefuly accepting the cloak’s dark weight.


Enjoy!

Regards,

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