The Magdelene Valley
The Magdelene Valley
Crisp and clear the morning comes
To the valley now frosted white.
All life awaits the morning sun,
for t’was a cold cold night.
The river hushed the songbirds still.
But the stags still roar on yonder hill.
There they will stand to claim the
right to a harem of lively does.
For this they will fight with all
their might to see off every foe.
The valley resounds to the crashing sound
Of battles won and lost.
Returning defeated a few beaten warriors
Now left to count the cost.
Of dreams of great glory.
Of strength now expended
Of acceptance of this seasons boss.
The sun has now risen,
The valley resplendent in colours
of green and gold.
Peace has returned and all nature looks
Forward to the scenes of life anew.
Copyright © Brian Cosgrove | Year Posted 2013
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