The Knowledge - December
Last month I wrote a simple poem that I read at the River View....it was a prize poem. It went well with the exception that no-one got the answers right! So this month I wrote a new poem and made it much easier (or so I thought), here it is. The lines in bold are the lines people had to tell me the answer to. So can you tell me who wrote them (and/or from which poem they come)?
There are many poems of value and strength,
There are many lines with wit and wisdom.
Some poems, ânear death, see with blinding light.â
Some are like the, âTyger, Tyger, burning bright.â
Some even have, âTwo very different fish.â
Poems can lift your soul,
Or warm your heart better than coal,
Some talk to us of, âThe Last Post.â
Some ask a simple question, âDid his father expect to see?â
Some proclaim, âLove is my Sin.â
Poems tell us tales,
They can lift us from mediocrity.
Some poems speak of, âThe darkest evening of the year.â
There are poems âTo soothe my spiritâs care.â
Some that take us, âAmong the mountains by the winter sea.â
Until, finally, we âSet out for Lyonnesse.â