All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadows shall spring
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king.
In this poem, I thought of Winston Churchhill. "The crownless again shall be king."
With "All that is gold does not glitter," I thought about England," a mighty natiion that at the time was looseing it's reputation"
With "Deep roots are not reached by the frost," I though about how englands long history(it's roots) and it's patriotism held strong through the war.
"From ashes a fire shall be woken," I thought of perhaps pearl harbor.
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Faithful servant yet masters bane,
Light fool foal, swit snowmane
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