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Fortress

The sun was in beams

through the travelling trees,

like a ruby- a lasering strobe,


as I did a drive

in convertible breeze,

well abreast of the darkening road.


And “Houses of cloud!”

(did I say, out aloud?)

in the lamps of the settling sun,

for I pictured a fortress- a bastion endowed

with the flags from the battles it won.


In a panoply breeze over netherworld seas,

its colours flew proudly and brave,

and its adamant towers with secretive keys

rose in battlements out of the wave.


And none could assail it, and naught but a ghost

could appear in its echoing halls,

or master in battle that heavenly host

by its buttress of resolute walls.


By Lee Dunn

From: Canada

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