A Poem By Shane // 6/1/2006

“When the west wind blows
We fly upon its wings
Escaping forever those evil foes.
When all the land will sing.
Listening to the lands beyond.
With it’s bright eternal shores.
Music of which we are fond.
Can be heard through those doors.
The gates of the skies shall open wide.
And rain will fall down upon the earth.
In those halls we will abide.
And sit at the kingdom’s hearth.“


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