Nobler Days
*if this poem does not seem to make any sense what so ever
-don't feel bad it doesn't exactly make perfect sense to myself.

Be it on a nobler day
we choose to search the trident ways
of hopes and schemes that thread the steams
of many a nobler seam.

We walked on ways that told of days
when should a certain fervent shock
be cold or old for withering lock
within and which the ways we walked.

Could it in the ways we see
for lovely hope or gallanter thing
that kept us on our groping ways
for could we see a fervent walk,
threaded scheme, or templed ways
that often smiled on nobler days.

Rainbough Bouchard
copyright 1998

*-its quite all right that's what I thought you were thinking.

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