Born into exile, I walk among the pillars Where our heroes fell. My head is bowed, yet Unbroken am I. I watch, Listen, learn secrets
In the dry heat and Dust, long have I walked. I am Parched. She comes like one Long awaited, to My care is she sworn.
An arrow across The abyss struck my heart and I caught on fire.
I am reading this Book to my daughter, and I Tell her to watch how People’s faces change When they are complimented. It shows how
University She inherits, leaky pipes But with potential Unruly pupils Question her authority. She is, Professor.
The story I write The tale I tell, poetic Mythic, magnetic, Universal, it Is your story as much as It is my story.