Friday, March 23, 2018

Contemporary poem re: Thomas Paine


Impressions On A Passing Cloud

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White and fair she moved on the wind,

With the speed of a greyhound, the Golden Hind,

She scudded along on a windward tack,

Making for heaven, the sky at her back,

She sailed unmanned, this ghost of a ship,

But for Captain Tom Paine, who vowed he’d come back.

For the sad Age of Reason, before the winds ran,

Searching the seas for the lost Rights of Man





[Christopher Black's blog is highly recommended for more than his poem
https://christopher-black.com/2015/08/25/impressions-on-a-passing-cloud/ ]