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"THE UNTAMED"
Na ture's child ­
You so wi ld and free,
at home with the harsh wi lde rness
and empty hills,
lost and drifting,
like a poppy seed
blown by the frolicking breeze.
You - so distant and mysterious,
devoid of cu lture
and a ll aesthetic appreciation,
yet se nsitive
to the music of the wi nd midst the
trees,
lulled by its w hisp eri ngs
to drowsiness, and peaceful ea se .
You - so headstrong and proud,
so much a symbol
of freedom and libe rty,
- a fe arful ca pt ive
Amidst noi se and crowd ;
- nature' s child; ind epend en t, cold,
primitive and wi ld .
-E. POMOTHY
" SACRIF ICE"
The cold, grey dawn stole over all the
field
To break the eerie qu iet of the night,
A scene where France because of
bloody fight
Had made a place where crops no
more would yield.
'Twas here that men on horse and
foo t did w ield
Their fail ing st re ng th aga inst the foe ­
man's might.
Here for a cause they thought wa s
just and right
They played the hand that fate al as
had se aled .
Here val iant brothers fighting side
by s ide
Were ne xt to landlord bold and lo w ly
s lave,
With pe rs o na l fears, a lone their ow n
to hi de.
And fo r thi s cause their own life' s
bloo d they gave
Until the si len t night came like the
tide,
When life did turn to clay and hill
to grave .
-PETER DENNISON
"EYES"
Blind eyes, ye t seeing.
Eyes that see not as we but yet
see more,
That stand upon the frontiers of that
fa r land,
The throne of d reams
And see the truth beyond,
a nd use i t.
To have one's eyes put out
Yet th is is no t blindness!
Lack of sight - far the monuments
of manki nd ­
But ye t not a lack where t ruth is
seen
And kn ow n
For not all men kno w the tru th
And not all , knowing, obey it.
The precepts and truths' of our basic
live s
Are free to all
And, though vital as the air,
Are not seen by all of those w ith
eyes .
Eyes!
What are eyes?
Does a man need eyes to be honest?
To follow his god?
And love his fell ow man?
No.
He has lost his eyes,
And wildly indeed will he mourn their
loss ­
But he is a man!
He w ill face life and dictating his
o wn terms
Conquer life o n the field of his m ind
And emerge fro m th is sad trouble
A yet greate r ma n
Than here befo re.
A Tyrant may put out his eye s
But , savi ng for th at las t, great, ev il
execution
He ha s no recourse to the mind
Th at Peleus holds so dear!
Anon.
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