Roll On Then Small Pebble
Roll On Then Small Pebble
in a pilgrims tattered boot
a guarantee of greater grace
for blood you cause to flow
discarded at the altar
your sacred chore complete
a hallowed place in heave
poor wretched pilgrim won.
in a chubby toddlers hand
browned and honey sweet
from days of summer sun
sleep by his feather pillow
safe in a treasure box
found again in twenty years
your meaning not quite lost.
in a limping, stallion hoof
of warring generals horse
panting in a mire of pain
stumbling on the enemy
surrounded by the foe
strategic battle almost won
was counted as a draw.
in a pocket deep and empty
but for you a last minute thought
plucked from harbours gritty pier
a touch stone to remember home
fair wind sighs a great adventure
to the disenfranchised throng
sailing in titanic hold.
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