The Pied Piper of Hamelin
Piping loud
(An Epitaph to the unsung hero William Blake)
Fighter he was with
Bow of burning gold:
Arrows of desire:
Chariot of fire!
He heard the lamb’s innocent call
And the ewe’s tender reply.
Always remembered who made the lamb.
Never ceased Mental Fight
Never allowed Sword to sleep
To build Jerusalem
In England’s green land
He roamed from field to field
Tasted all the summer’s pride
In the sunny beams did glide
Craved for love, mercy, pity, peace
He turned to the garden of love
That bore so many sweet flowers
Joy was his name
To him Art is naked beauty displayed
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July 28, 2014
Form: Epitaph in free verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win
Contest: Unsung Heroes by Carol Eastman
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