Friday, September 01, 2006
Piplandia (House of Pips 3: sonnet)
‘neath the banner of our sheltering sky
reclines our obscure and abundant wood
our realm secured with a sweet simple sigh
no cliffs nor moat as mens' fortresses should
under the verdant roof of our domain
unbounded joy grows the miraculous
in dancing the love, we learn to sustain
enchanting, gullible and guileless
under our sweet, soft, supple canopy
our souls’ oasis, peacefully cloistered
oaths of love and hearth make the recipe
for the essence of a life ever stirred
we sing the love, tell the truth of the live
reverently flowing to water the give
reclines our obscure and abundant wood
our realm secured with a sweet simple sigh
no cliffs nor moat as mens' fortresses should
under the verdant roof of our domain
unbounded joy grows the miraculous
in dancing the love, we learn to sustain
enchanting, gullible and guileless
under our sweet, soft, supple canopy
our souls’ oasis, peacefully cloistered
oaths of love and hearth make the recipe
for the essence of a life ever stirred
we sing the love, tell the truth of the live
reverently flowing to water the give
