STONEHENGE POEM 6

As the day closes, the thoughts begin to leave the mind and we hasten to the night.

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“In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none.” Victor Hugo

Before

Looking at your hand clasped in mine,

I can barely recollect a time without you,

In your eyes I see our future still in time,

Unknowing of the things we will pursue.

Our time is now and things are for the taking,

Our pride is resilient and we chase the stars,

Our course is sure and it is our future we are making,

We plot our course determined as ours.

Before we take the leap we must look,

To trust in yourself is necessary for all,

For this is how you take what might be forsook,

To fear is to hide from the Almighty’s thrall.

Before us is the path untaken by the tread of time,

We take our steps surely for we know the way,

Our little annal I write in this rhyme,

As we do our duty as we were taught gayly.

"A beginning is that which does not itself follow anything by causal necessity, but after which something naturally is or comes to be. An end, on the contrary, is that which itself naturally follows some other thing, either by necessity, or as a rule, but has nothing following it. A middle is that which follows something as some other thing follows it. A well constructed plot, therefore, must neither begin nor end at haphazard, but conform to these principles." Aristotle