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The arrogance Of Being Young
Contributed by
cashfan1
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Tuesday, 8th June 2010 @ 03:11:28 AM in AEST
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We sat in the old house, snug before the great fire,
Our teacher told us ghost stories and we mocked him,
Hard with the arrogance of being young.
All was silent but for the spitting song of the fire and the clock
That told of the hour's demise.
The wind was becoming ever impatient to come in,
Shaking the huge hinges of the oak door and throttling the windows
In an ever increasing rage.
Outside in the evening winter dark, the sky tossed and turned
And thrashed in the fever of a nightmare,
Shaking awake the silent slumbering valley beneath rising peaks,
Brought to a tremble by the thought of the battle to come.
The wind howled in a fury of expectation, tossing the last stars to far flung horizon's
Where the first lightening bolt flexed it's muscles.
The sheep stood nervously in their sparse winter kingdom,
And the first drops of fat icey rain splattered on to the vista of wild Wales.
In the room the fire threw shadows to dance a manic dance,
The clock continued it's ruthless persuit of time and we waited,
City boys, for the battle to begin.
We went outside then stung by the evil wind, touched by the icey rain,
And watched, listened, as all the while god sat watching from the feverish sky.
Then god roared, a pistol crack echoing across the high mountain night,
The battle had begun.
We stood out in the shaking field atop the screaming river and we watched.
The first crack of thunder rumbled from under the stoney peaks.
The lightening, like a giant snake tripping, zig zagged down the unsuspecting valley
Where we stood, twelve city boys, in awe of a moment that drained our cup of arrogance dry.
Now oh lord, in full view of the passing years, when my last battle is fought,
May I find myself here in the old house, snug before the fire, the clock silent at last.
And on so lonely a night may I hear the wind call out from distant trees,
Hear the high peaks sigh under distant horizon's,
Hear my soul cry out, joyful again with the arrogance of being young.
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Re: The arrogance Of Being Young
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by northernlights on
Tuesday, 8th June 2010 @ 04:17:55 AM AEST
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| The warmth and reassurance of old familiar places stirring up the memories of youth,devil may care, and the realisation of where Natures parental hand puts us firmly in this world,then the wonderful personal journey that may return you to the same fire, the same sounds and feelings that will reopen your soul to the cry of youth expressed in the city boys waiting for the battle to begin, just love this writing |
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Re: The arrogance Of Being Young
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by joe-joe on
Friday, 11th June 2010 @ 02:31:10 PM AEST
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| very nice write...every time I look into the eyes of my 15 year old son, yes the arrogance of youth... |
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