Friday, 9 May 2014


We fought hell and high water
Even without waterproofs or waders
And got thoroughly soaked to the bone
For our efforts

Not to say that it wasn’t worth it

Still it was cold
Or hot
In equal measures

And we were warriors through and through
Suitable hero’s of the hour
Lifted to the sky in worship

But we can’t fight this.

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