Tuesday, July 31, 2007


Another good poem by my good friend ;)

The wisdom of the knight,
Why it is not in my sight.

The fields have turned yellow,
Why there is so much fright.

The old men shiver as they pass,
They have stolen the child’s smile.

All the war they made,
Only graves in sight.

The death has knocked on my door twice,
Engulfing my dear one’s plight.

I try to fight fear as much as I can,
But cannot in the knight’s land of pride.

I wonder is it really worth the price,
The land, the gold and the rice.

I wish I was the little child again,
Who rode the green horse without refrain.