Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 6,084 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Till Even You Grow Strong … - Poem by Mark Heathcote

The night was young,
The day was old.
Or so I was told …
By the bough of an old, green oak.

“Climb up on my shoulders
I shall protect you.
From all base things below – you!
From their stagnant lower thoughts.

This I vow to you,
Till even you grow strong …
Climb up into my branches,
We two will play majhogg.

I shall give you
Two acorns …
And we shall laugh, stretch
Like two new-borns.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 8, 2013


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