Sonnet 221227 Not by shore, where all directions assail, But under vast might of blue rolling hill Come stride and pace; double time without fail To righteousness by the sight and the will. With focus and force the wilds can be tamed, Or saddled to fuel the quest for the fat, We will ride the wave, we cannot be blamed We have all our needs but live by the bat. But if we were to just float so calmly The peace would provide with so many things The fat ones would come to us from the sea Where we sit… Read More »