Poems Written Solely For Contests

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Epitaph Of My Old Friend, An Honorable Man

He wore not great riches nor riding cloak,
Yet stood tall and regal as mighty oak,
No haste of greedy sweat fell from his brow,
worldly wealth was to him no sacred cow:
His enemies found he knew not retreat
Yet he was a pleasant fellow to meet
He had an inner force, massive power
Stood against world, like a castle tower.

As mighty oak he withstood stormy winds
Found joy with his neighbors and dearest friends
His home a castle without guarding moat
Man of letters, he and inner soul wrote:
Poetry and songs devised to bring cheer
Whether home or at taverns drinking beer
His oath, vowing to treat one and all fair
A gentle man, yet cross him none would dare.

Had you known him and his honor so true,
Fairly he would take the measure of you,
If found worthy, happily shake your hand,
Let you hunt on his grandfather's wild lands:
Be a trusty friend, should you ask for more
From his table, his wines so freely pour
Full of vigor, to the needy he gave
One others shed tears visiting his grave.

He wore not great riches nor riding cloak,
Yet stood tall and regal as mighty oak,
No haste of greedy sweat fell from his brow,
worldly wealth was to him no sacred cow:
His enemies found he knew not retreat
Yet he was a pleasant fellow to meet
He had an inner force, massive power
Stood against world, like a castle tower.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-15-2018
Rhyme, (Epitaph Of My Friend)

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