Friday, June 26, 2015

A Poem Draft

Travel

How stagnant standing waters grow, a venom-brew,
how sweet are waters poured through river's wend!
The lion's cave alone is cage in zoo--
on travel does the lion's life depend.
Old friends, though left behind, are yet old friends,
but one who travels far makes friends anew.
At home no honor grows, but slowly ends;
abroad adventures grow for hardy hearts and true.
The golden ore is rock within the mine,
but travel makes it treasured for its shine.

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