All English Sonnets
A home is like a temple, diocese
And from its bowels men are outward hurled
To tackle fangled fury of the world
And opportunities, made and seize
With witlessness or with skillful ease
Like unrestricted giggling flight of geese
Or sauntering doggedness of mighty hons
Who give and take the blows, as they please.
And bleeding, from enceinte’s girding lions
Return to waiting homesteads in the end
Where families, lick their wounds. give release
From vigilance and caution and extend.
Exhort them to for the moment cease
To delve in world affairs – live in ease.