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Blessed Troubadours


If milestone dates did come and go, without descriptive phrase to note

Our world would be a poorer place without a verse or two to quote

The year as was and yet to come, is chronicled on poets whim

Expression sought to clarify, the hopes and dreams as held within



Our quills are dipped in readiness upon the parchment to inscribe

Articulation of events, both near and far without divide

Where nature’s wrath hath taken toll, around the globe in days gone by

Resilience of mankind won through, our deeds and words becalmed the sky



Whilst rebel souls in justice hoped for regime change, our pens did pause

Adversity met triumphs call, when wordsmiths rallied to the cause

Freedom is the right of man, ‘tis written large in blocks of stone

Equality, Fraternity, and Liberty, doth bring it home



Let Troubadours sing out their lilting poet’s prose, as yet untold

Should fragile hearts need lifting as the coming years ahead unfold

Loving friendships herein forged, through caring in response sublime

Our writers oft’ with Angels dwell, in penmanship that’s so Divine

Richard Gildea