Year's Of Tempest Poem by George Samuel

A land growing harmful giants
My skinny tiny soul dare to dwell
From my old own home of scanty limping ants
Dream to build a trip about courage but melt
Soon as my inferior stare met their stunning gaze
And crush me hard shrinking backward to my coil
Fighting from step one for a gasp that blaze
Those wasted rustic toil
All mighty members made of mare pieces
Before my delicate surgical bones
That proclaim hope toward this land of ice
And patterning their stretch marks upon diamond stones
Brought a fault against my wretched cross
A halt to my fainting breath
Bless my solitude temple with cracks across
Which gave all yield against my threat
So like everyday was please to run
Fast enough that I shall never be there
To match upward against giants town
Nearer to hell and far
Yet was i sick and slack
When it forbear all my run were drown
With all hope deep down the forgetful sea did sleep