Two by
Two we
March on
What is
This new
Home we
Now live
In together
Compelled we
Are to
March on
While the
Rest of
The world
Goes down
The drain
We are
Safe and
Secure that
Is for
Sure we
Now know
Here comes
The storm
This is
The first
Ever we
Have known
Huddled together
We listen
To the
Winds that
Keep on
Blowing fast
We were
The first
To be
Sea sick
Will this
Journey ever
Come to
An end
And then
It did
And out
We marched
Two by
Two we
Walked slowly
Through the
New grass
And new
Fields with
Fresh food
Land ho
Sweet sweet
Land ho
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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This is like a cozy adventure wrapped in a journey of hope! The “two by two” keeps things moving, and I can totally picture the relief of that “land ho!” moment.