Ode for Sleepers July 3, 2016July 9, 2016 by Angry-Spirit Present born, pressing storm Bow reach past sword swing Give in to bow string Lies tight lace back Wind push, waves crack Mean minds go tour For ore on shore Come more, wage war Swift ones, red floor Grass patch rest pact Draw up new tact Share this:FacebookTwitterTumblrReddit Tags: poetry Angry-Spirit Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.