Friday Poetry: Heroes

Heroes

For you who love heroic things
In summer dream or winter tale,
I tell of warriors, saints, and kings,
In scarlet, sackcloth, glittering mail,
And helmets peaked with iron wings.

They beat down Wrong; they strove for Right,
In ringing fields, on grappled ships,
Singing, they flung into the fight;
They fell with triumph on their lips,
And in their eyes a glorious light.

That light still gleams.  From far away
Their brave song greets us like a cheer;
We fight the same great fight as they,
Right against Wrong; we, now and here;
They, in their fashion, yesterday.

William Canton

Hebrews 12:1 Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, 2 looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith

Comments

[:: Suzanne ::]

tis over at Vivian's - HipWriterMama

I really like your choice today.

[Rebecca]

Heroic indeed! I forgot to do poetry Friday today - but next week, I'll try and get something up, too!