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 among friends and live like kings
Only with an army can a path change
then merely widened remaining the same.