Some men flaunt their greatness in stature before the masses while others are great because they have a big heart
He had a mighty voice so they said.
He paraded and pomped a crown on his head.
Wherever he went they oohed and they awed
Some said he was greater than God
Then came a day a wind blew and blew
and when it was over his kingdom was through
He cried and he tantrumed with his little voice
the people heard it had been their choice
for when the wind had stopped and people could see
what was left was minute smaller than wee
the king had put himself high in acclaim
but he was nothing more than the height of his crane
Many thanks to Tess of Magpie Tales for the wonderful prompt this week.
Sun has vanished
moon peers over the plains
gently she whispers
“where have you gone?”
to other parts of the world”
None too quietly
She smiles in her dark solitude
Knowing all is well
He is content
In his world
Even when he is gone
She glows with pride
Thanks to Jingle for the Award. I would like to pass this award on to a friend Charles Martin.
You can read his wonderful poetry at http://slpmartin.wordpress.com
Thanks also to RC Designer for the lovely photo at dusk (Lic: Creative Commons)