Harry Horsman Poet Sapphic stanza

Sapphic Dawn

When one hears the morning call from chase valley
sounds of nature’s reveille upon the breeze
out of these chains that refuse to set one free
thrust of the dagger.

© Harry J Horsman  2012

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Joann Grisetti April 19, 2012 at 8:07 AM When I read this I thought of the sun as the dagger, piercing through the chains of night to set free ths day upon the valley.

M.I.A . March 25, 2012 at 7:38 PM Beautiful! i never thought reveille is also an english word (je pense que seulement francais ;p).

Marty Owens March 23, 2012 at 10:35 AM Strong emotional poem...enjoyed...Marty

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders March 21, 2012 at 11:34 AM Excellent sapphic, Harry! With gripping lines...blessings, Rhonda

Nette Onclaud March 21, 2012 at 11:14 AM gripping mood with strong ending, harry... enjoyed this greeat piece!..:) huggs!