the stand

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April 24 by The Running Son

 the stand

the mountain is sheer
the canyons are great
we’ll press on ahead
old foes in our wake

our feet planted firm
we’ll take on the world
our last stand to make
the last stand we’ll take

we’ll cast away fear
may grace wash us pure
we’ll race to the end
we’ll turn hand in hand

our line in the sand
then challenge the sun
til vision burns clear
and dawn proves we’ve won.

 

 

 

by Jim Aldrich (:

 

©2013 JimAldrich

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All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

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