The Eleventh Hour
Appearing out of nowhere
Like a morning star so rare
To guide each step
Along the way precarious
Once in time she was indeed
A beacon of perfection
Tho having reached
Some unplanned destination
Safe atop some hidden causeway
Prayers were said in celebration
Until the rescuers they did come
And they were rescued every single one
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Author:
Neville (
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A fine write Neville.
I was not rescued. It's my own fault. I thought it was the eleventh hour, but it was the day the clocks changed. lol.
That extra hour could have made a lot of difference... cheers Orchidee
Neville
Now look here Noah, I told you that bloody boat would get stuck in the lock.
You sure know how to write intriguing pieces.... a sure recipe to get me re-reading several times.
I'm left feeling i just skimmed the plot of six wonderful novels. I take my hat off to ya.
Ha … your comment made me smile no end squire.... made me day too.. a lovely thing to post... bless ya mate
Neville
Many eleventh hours make escapees quake with what appears next and you hit the nail firmly with the last couplet my friend. A beguiling read to be read again.......... hence into my list of faves this goes.
How magnificent and kind.... thank you ever so bloomin much Fay and truly.... x
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