Trading Days
Jan 13, 2019 15:25:38 GMT 9.5
Post by fjrogers on Jan 13, 2019 15:25:38 GMT 9.5
Trading Days
Light fresh winds blow
in spring days
turning warm summer
golden hue
to gilded sea
and peaceful bliss.
Bright sun
catches white wash
and orange trees
on terraced shores....
waving green leaves
at passing ships-
the silent eye explores.
Trade routes live
from ancient days
like stars
guiding ancient ways
to distant ports
and island bays.
West winds carry vessels on
to shining sands
cascading rocks,
sheltered harbours
trading docks.
Old sites crumble
stone to dust.
Temples once adorned
preserved not lost
are living still
with mind and will.
The knightly weapon
freedom brings
for love not loss.
Lift high the Maltese cross.
Light fresh winds blow
in spring days
turning warm summer
golden hue
to gilded sea
and peaceful bliss.
Bright sun
catches white wash
and orange trees
on terraced shores....
waving green leaves
at passing ships-
the silent eye explores.
Trade routes live
from ancient days
like stars
guiding ancient ways
to distant ports
and island bays.
West winds carry vessels on
to shining sands
cascading rocks,
sheltered harbours
trading docks.
Old sites crumble
stone to dust.
Temples once adorned
preserved not lost
are living still
with mind and will.
The knightly weapon
freedom brings
for love not loss.
Lift high the Maltese cross.
