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Real Name: Walter Schwim
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
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The tour is far, the route adverse our quests beset with balk and woe. Most outcomes of our toil obverse and greed shall tax what seed we sow. Today, great rivers test our mind that desert plains tomorrow be lush pastures vast and unconfined; more fertile than the plundered sea.
Tomorrow’s walls we need transcend should man aspire to touch the stars; at cost mere kings can’t comprehend, untranquil mist our wisdom bars . . . Whilst dreams yet dreams may long remain, we’ll dream our God-games just the same.
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This sonnet peeps into mankind’s indomitable will to master his environment at all cost, against adversity and setback. Although the wisdom of such endeavors could at times be questionable, without dreams we are nothing.
Group: Gold Member
Posts: 783
Joined: 24-July 07
From: South Africa
Member No.: 457
Real Name: Walter Schwim
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:Mistral
Kieth and Maggie, Thanks for popping in to read.
Lori, thank you for those suggestions re the grammar and punctuation. Always such a sharp eye for these things and much appreciated. I shall do a revision shortly.