Wednesday, November 16, 2005

The Grand Old Duke

I climbed a hill, I did it for HIM
I struggled, I toiled
I stubbed my toe often
I stumbled with exhaustion

I knew the hill HAD to be conquered
I had to fight to my last breath
The hill was my enemy
HE had told me so

I reached the summit I found a child
Neither a small nor a large one... Everychild... MY child
It's eyes looked upon eternity
It, most certainly, did NOT smile

© 2005 Kahdoosch

5 Comments:

Blogger shyloh's poetry said...

OOOOOOO you are back and been busy posting your wonderful poems here ha.

This one I have several meaning. It was really good and reminded me when we as a child use to play "king on the mountain" Then it reminded me of our Creator. Something really eerie too about this poem but can't put my finger on it.

11:56 PM  
Blogger Kahdoosch said...

It depends on WHO is served and which hill is climbed.

We never expect to find innocent death on our summits.

It's one of those pomes (that roving 'e' again), which is written between the lines.

Txs, sweet one

8:54 AM  
Blogger Enocia Joseph said...

You're back. Yay! I've so missed you.

Regarding this poem, I believe you are missing a few words like "York" and "a thousand men" and "when they were up they were up," and "when they were down they were down," you know stuff like that. Apart from that, it's wonderful.

Lovely to see you.

Love EJ

11:17 AM  
Blogger Kahdoosch said...

Hi Noci

;-)

Are you well?

Poor D of Y always gets the blame doesn't he?

They didn't have to follow him though did they?

It's so easy for a thousand men to delegate the responsibility.

5:40 PM  
Blogger Enocia Joseph said...

Hi Noci

Et tu Kahd? It's actually pronounced Nokia like the mobile company. It means "connecting people." :-D Actually derived from Enoch but I didn't like look of Enochia so I took out the "h".

I'm very well, ta.

Everything tickety-boo with you and Leah? Are you in your new house?

Lots of love,
EJ

12:41 PM  

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