Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Gold


All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.



From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous3:31 AM

    Enjoyed this lovely poem.
    CLM

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