Museling

Hither knave, come nigh to me,
wrest thine thoughts 'til hearts agree;
heed the lesson pride won't teach,
practise what thou fiercely preach.


Turnest thou thine fertile tome:
another leaf, another poem;
steady on 'til light of day,
only purest thoughts will stay.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Oh how I so love this poem dear Freds...
Brought me back to thoughts of yester...years..
So beautiful... one must reread it several times and perhaps that is still not enough...to really enjoy your poem over and over again..
You created a wonderful piece of poetry,
Lisa, working on a new poem today

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks Lisa. The yester years bring me back to years of tutelage and preparation the growth of the inner person as valid as the "outer self." You are much appreciated.

[Lisasview]

You are so welcome and was my pleasure to review your poem.
Lisa