Wandering - Poem for the Rangers
 

Wandering, but not Lost
Protecting from Death's Frost.
Day, Night, we walk alone
Till all evil is gone.

Sons of Kings and of Men
We search valley and fen.
While all the world sleeps
We stride throughout the deeps.

thats really good

It´s Very Good

That one is good, too, Joy. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]

The Joy of reading. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img]

This poem is about one silent moment of the rangers:

Forests in twilit clothes
Flames dancing in my eyes
Precious birds of evening
Say nothing to be wise.

My soul is flying away
By ancient wings of dreams
Telling silent tales of
Our lives' secret streams.

[ March 12, 2002: Message edited by: Gabo Darvas ]

Wow, Gabo! I like it!

Excellent job Gabo! Keep it up.

i like them both they really get across alot of feeling