An Autumn Woolgathering

Sitting now in shawl and flannel drape huddled ‘gainst cold truth of wafting breeze soft touch of sun, through clouds, a welcome tease rekindling old dreams as they re-cape those heroes and heroines of yore who bled the tartan plaid of battle’s field though in defeat would never learn to yield who held to freedom’s never ending chore biding time, old memories to thresh, old words to warm those recent shorn old warriors to arm the newly born for freedom as a dream is ever fresh ©9/8/2019 Pick A Title, Vol 9 – Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest An Autumn Woolgathering sponsor – Edward Ibeh