Argentina
Billowing from westerly corner,
Comes the winds of time to bare
The fruits of labour strongly,
To deliver timely there.
A new belief in one so strong,
To know you stand and so belong
Taller than all times thus past,
And wiser for the fall.
Shelter in the eaves of corners
Rounded by the winds of time,
But know you will again be calling
Out to all who sing in rhyme.
The beauty of a new day dawning
Is evident as so it sings,
A bird released from captive cage,
And takes anew with widespread wings.
The author is not affiliated with any political or religious organisation. Where the work makes reference to God, Lord, Christ or Saviour, for example, substitution for the reader’s preferred spiritual nomenclature is welcomed and encouraged.