The Ranger Wrote
©Oct. 07, 2020, Olan L. Smith
The Ranger wrote us verse to read
Forever called to be her deed,
As she does cross the river Styx
The coins she owns her path unfix,
And we do trace her limericks.
We know her words, we know her creed
To write her life until she bleed,
To write with blood from finger pricks,
The Ranger wrote.
The Sloan, the poet, her life we heed,
Respect her passage, God will speed,
The tears we shed, her soul admix
The pain of death bereft inflicts
Our sorrow expressed in metrics,
The Ranger wrote.
(This fifteen line rondeau is dedicate to the poet @Sloanranger who passed away recently, may she rest in peace and find her home in the thoughts of the Universal Library of Knowledge, literary section.)
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PoetryThis collection of my poems, consists of Rondeaux that I have written over the years. This form is difficult, and you will see how I mature in writing the the Rondeaux as the years pass. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan
