Once so glorious and fresh,
Now like something so untold---
Something that raises your gooseflesh.
It doth take violent turns,
Like an untamed boar in the forest
Plunging through wild ferns---
Like a very child of the freest.
What happened today became yesterday.
What happened yesterday became history.
What became history is what I daresay
To be stories now told, blithely.
Adventure tingles in mine veins;
I will not grow faint, though the night
wanes.
(School project, winter 2010/11)
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