Fear of cowardice
You come to me in a darkest hour.
Fear you are the cowards flower.
Secrets and lies no one can hold.
Eventually breaking this heavy load.
Like a streams high breaking bank.
Flowing through, your life now sank.
Honesty not a thought you'd use,
Integrity now all but left amused.
An attempt to hold ones self together.
But In your hand, a fourth White feather...
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Author:
P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just watched an old black and white movie The Four feathers.(1939)... As it finished I thought of this Poem.... The film was brilliant by the way...
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Comments3
Great write to go with a great film.
Thank you Michael , not sure
If our American friends will
Get it, but I hope they do...
Very good write and very appropriate to a very good film.
Thank you GF60...
As I've said to Michael
I hope our American
Friends understand it
I will have to look it up P.H. 🙂
Please do, it has it all,
Love, honour, heroism
A really great story...
"The four feathers"
They all thought him
A coward, even the
Love of his life....
But how wrong
They were... Great film.
And story...
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