The first wave came
but barely left an indent,
their eyes ever towards
distant horizons, their virgin quest
forever egging them onwards.
Their imprint would soon
fade away though: they were
merely passing through.
Next came the builders
with their sturdier constitutions,
eyes downwards and hands ready.
More abundant too,
theirs was the inheritance
of this new venture:
as in heaven, so on earth.
From them have grown
the third wave
who have continued the drive
and made it their own,
and fashioned and shaped
this brave new world.
And from them will spring
the next wave,
and thus perpetuate
the cycle.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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