Originally Posted by
Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
I so needed a break from the subject muslim murdering cult tonight that I sat down to write a nice little poem.
I took a walk far back into my past on a lonely country dirt road on a farm back in the sticks.
As I ventured that far afield I saw an amazing sight. A young man looking into his future. And seeing after much
heartache and misery a great gift to be bestowed. I remembered that late night walk and wrote it as it happened.
At the time and the next day it all seemed to be just a dream.
A dream that I am now living! Hope you may enjoy this write....
She A Princess God Hath Made
As I trekked one lonely night,
walking those country roads,
glowing full moon in my sight,
roaring of the croaking toads
Across the lake flowers grew,
meadow set in sweet refrain,
sweet scent so ripe and true,
I desire it again and again
Life's sacred treasure came,
a vision of your love gifted,
afterward nothing was the same
my soul was forever uplifted
I'll love her until stars fade,
majestic mountains wear down,
She a princess God hath made,
wrapped in beauty and soft gown
Not a mere dream my mind saw,
a future sight given unto me,
She was to be my lover, my all,
the answer to my fervent plea
As I returned to my empty home,
that night set me to thinking,
If true, all roads lead to Rome,
I'd best stop my whiskey drinking
Robert J. Lindley
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