Rhyme Royal Stanzas

(on suitably lofty topics)

To sail the stream of life is hard, my child -
That proper stream, uncharted well, which flows
Amidst the shadows, foliage, and wild
Corruption grown from negligence.  Man knows
How landscapes must be better kept.  He knows,
But start he can't to prune or navigate
Without the will himself to educate.

                              Tony

Morality is choosing what is right
To do and being governed by good sense.
But right and wrong are seldom black and white,
And many moral qualms straddle that fence
Between pure good and pure evil. So hence,
Men must wrestle always with the riddle,
Knowing well that they can learn but little.

      Audrey
         
         

Is this a waking dream, I stand and think?
Am I here, among the fells, becks, and ghylls?
I ask: do these mine own feet slowly sink
Into the same earth, beneath the same hills
That Wordsworth trod, and that presently fills
My heart with joy and lasting plenitude;
For sylvan streams and tarns: my gratitude.

Geoff in a Wordsworthian mood after spending Spring Break in the Lake District

"All flesh will die;" this curse we cannot quell,
As life eternal ceaselessly we seek.
I urge you, be at peace, as I do tell
Of coming verity that makes less bleak
Predestined death.  Though flesh will rot and reek
And Earth will burn, (a most unfitting place)
We live because our atoms flow through space.

Nicole with apologies for gratuitous morbidity

            
            
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