Sonnet 390

Rest now my eyes upon sweet Chanticleer,
That rugged shore where winds and waters greet
Intrepid souls that bear life’s pompous jeers,
Proud dauntless hearts downtrodden in defeat;
‘Tis here you’ll find light balms to wounds assuage
And ever still, sound refuge from the storm,
Though out beyond the lea, fierce battles rage,
This port of heart and hearth shall keep you warm.
Here now lift up a dram to spirits raise,
And hearten so spent voices into song
That in sound verse we bless in righteous praise
This rampart of the soul that I call home.
As long as wind and wave shall kiss this shore
So bides my essence here — forevermore.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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