Atwell wielded fate
The rocky ancients
The sheet drying in the wind
next to last centuries hedge
Rolling the tobacco
gazing across the bay
On new land the eyes must digest
A generation of children cast across it
Atwell in the turbulence
In the fog fighting out of it
standing firm on south rocks
throwing forth a version
stir these times into becoming
from the root of the last century
spring up in vigor and genius
conjure this divine dream
Bring the power of that hope
Up to these current skies
let us awe you this
Boldness through that ancient vein
Atwell war at a gallop
recession on the street
Through strength after strength
Give your version echoed down
a humble lost vestige
Wandering through those overcast days
Arriving in these words a light
To the mess we tend to tangle further
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