Out!
I'll stand on this sun.
A new day coming,
time, name,
the game on down the line.
To share about inside,
this place a shotgun fire.
A new way this time,
a new name,
the march down the line.
A new day coming,
time, name,
the game on down the line.
Now fight, stand tall again,
on our side dance to heaven
A new day coming,
time, name,
the game on down the line.
Day away,
coming this game down the line.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 410
March on Down the Line
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