Posted by Admin on 21 March 2008, 12:00 am
O Golden Hero, glowing-targed and brave,
don helmet, plumed atop with fleecy cloud,
then spread your azure cloak; make haste to save:
the ice-bound earth for succour cries aloud.
Old Winter’s cohorts, long your bitter foes,
are marching far across this tortured land;
the frost battalions, the wind-whipped snows
advance with ruthless Blizzard in command.
They cut communications, lay a siege
where isolation makes resistance frail;
starvation now obeys his awful liege
on silent moor and lonely mountain trail.
Come, wield aloft the flashing solar rays;
unfetter us from crippling polar days.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council