Thursday, 12 March 2015

poem from The Wolf Pack

I need some time to do research into the topic I wanted to do for this blog and so I will post it next week. Sorry.

Puzzle for Carthinal to solve
During his Practical test

The spring wind blows cross mountains wide
Through land of horse where barbarians ride.

From icy mountains encased in snow
In winter do the cold winds blow.

The summer winds are soft and warm
They blow from desert and waving palm.

The autumn winds are rough and wild
They bring doom for man and child.

So turn me round and I will show
The proper way that you must go

But get it wrong and sorry be
For you must fight or you must flee.

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