Poetry

Others, in the evening, / Wait patient for the night.

Fear was a thing to which he was unaccustomed

David’s stone / small and smooth

Shining in the ceremonial sun, / The war is over. . .

It is today we visited you / It is four whole years

Once on a time in our Tamissos / (Near to Sis

Uppermost in our minds / Is the blinds

This is the story of Elon Musk / A man of worthy wealth not bling

As if it guards our village green / The morning steps

Upon the monument of time / Stood silent