Tim Vallie

Rookie - 3 Points (12/13/1990 / Duluth Minnesota)

The Horde - Poem by Tim Vallie

Over hill and field
Over rock and river
Swarm of spears and shields
Whose march makes Earth quiver

Under sun and moon
Under stormy cloud
They shall arrive quite soon
The drums are growing loud

One last march for conquest
One final march for glory
All at their King’s behest
With blood they write their story

Over hill and river
Under sun and moon
The Earth trembles and quivers
The Horde is coming soon


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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 3, 2014


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