A Place To Die
History deals with wounds and pain
Young Nick gambled in Vicky’s reign,
Fell amongst sin in Freo jail
Guilty of theft hung without bail.
Alas not the old oak nor beech
Trees with limbs stout and true in reach,
Chose not the sycamore in leaf
But the stump at Ningaloo reef.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment