The Doors of Time.

Watching a little of the Royal Coronation stage 
In the end a large very large social day made belong
A note read waving was the golden tact prayer to song 
Walk or march a social parade now was at center rage
Englands Royal Balcony in crescent beauty so revealed 
I seem to believe it was once spoken in perspective tone
Arthur the name carried in history born to prayer reborn
Touching all in sights line fall or rise of life’s other revelry 
The distant earths pomp with reach to all I close the window
But to be drawn into a moment of resolution begin touching 
The stones of time in secret near and far lands sea reaching
Where God placed the very wisdom of sword earth and plow.

(C) Daniel A McMahon 


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