Clarion from the Past

[This is a work in progress... I'm not really happy with this poem yet, but "The Block" has struck. I am hoping that ANY feedback will shake the dust off.]



a celtic form...

Ae freslighe: (ay fresh lee):

x x x x (x x a)          

x x x x x (x b)          

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*the poem should end with the first syllable word or the complete line that it began with. (I gave up on this rule)

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Clarion from the Past: a Patriot’s Call



Stories of the past unfading

What tales have they for mankind? 

Watch history unveiling

Lessons for us to unwind.



Bardic tales from yesteryear

Stories of Founders, daring.

Rouse us to persevere

And keep us on bearing.



We read through the narration

And see parallels appear

We sit in dark prostration

Though most don’t find it severe



You’re not alone, unaided

Like thinkers are all around

The movement has cascaded

Moving toward a strong rebound



Step out on the boulevard

Join your peers in battle

Knock your leaders off their guard

Show them you are not cattle



Raise your voice past firmament

It’s time to call... write...  protest

Make your values apparent

Show them the depth of unrest

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