Majestic

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    Majestic
    Golden hues of autumn .Against the cold blue sky ,make the Monarch of the mountains give his battle cry, The echoes of his calling ,tell the herd its time to go,Before he strikes the battle against his mighty foe , He listens for the answer The forest speaks within, The cracking of the timber The mighty fight begins, Fierce is the battle,locked in for the Reign, over all the mountain, To win he must sustain Hush falls on the meadow, the bull is backing down, he knows he has been beaten,The majestic takes his crown.

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    bobzoom commented on Majestic

    11-12-2008

    very majestic enjoyed the read good poem
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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