Walk Away to Win

A Poem By Caleb // 3/9/2020

Sometimes great fighters in the days of yore
Proved victors far from foe or battle field,
And hidden from men’s eyes made lethal war.

The monk at Worms who stood and would not yield,
In peril of great Rome’s cursed flaming stake,
Was stol’n and in old Wartburg’s keep concealed,

And there with pen and prayer did undertake
To loose the word of God on German lands,
To wake the dead and Satan’s bondage break.

So may one truly for the truth then stand
Far from his enemy’s chosen battle site,
And still God give his foe into his hand,
And prove a flight the truest way to fight.

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This weeks poem is in Terza

This weeks poem is in Terza Rima form, and is dedicated to the Oregon Republicans who busted quorum this past session.

Caleb | Mon, 03/09/2020

And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
~P.G. Wodehouse

Nice! Very good!

Nice! Very good!

Allyson D. | Mon, 03/09/2020

Jill L. Boone

Trust in the Lord with all your heart

Thanks for reading!

Thanks for reading!

Caleb | Mon, 03/09/2020

And he was just wondering, for he was a severe critic of his own work, whether that last line couldn't be polished up a bit...
~P.G. Wodehouse

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