Don Quixote knew what he was doing, folks . . . hey . . . what's that, a windmill?
Rallying Cry
What woe to the bard
That haiku should be sneered at
As a mere trifle
When landed and strong
And fit for the frontispiece
It spearheads the way
Investing in pith
To fortell the grand tale
By setting the tone
© 2006 Jim Ross


Comments: 5
With rallying cry
The little tin soldiers charged
To fight for their turf
"Landed" had me thinking. My mind went to "grounded" or "lauded". Just a thought:) Moya