He rides where broken banners fly,
And weary boots tread shadows deep.
With iron will and longing sigh,
He wakes the dreams they vowed to keep.
#667 On Little Minds
She frowned, then eyes a-widened
And whispered loudly this:
“I have to ask the husband, right?”
A child’s mind - ah, what bliss!
She begged with charm implicit
Implored with heart o’erwrought
“You’ll come today to visit, right?”
Her pleading came to naught.