Son

Listen!
Lion-heartedness
thunderous roar,
deafening echoes
piercing the plains
pulsating.

Dare
to face the wind
the breeze, excitability
blue and green
raged away
blessed courage.

Grown
I witness each step
turn to running
patience in suffering
a force
to be reckoned with.

When
I am gone
no matter how
remember me
I pray
restrain your fear.

Ride
upon the King’s
mane tight in your fingers
fortitude sweeps away
the very self-given unto God
a martyr for the weak.

Photography Poetry

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