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Poetry by Charles Moffat
Oh element of desire And scourge of the liar A light that grows taller In search of new power A symbol of man's endeavor Of triumph and valour Of failure and disaster An icon of the Devil's ire Yet so tiny a flicker Does out shout the loudest crier And goes so much higher In rank than any sire It is never for hire Never goes to the highest buyer It knows no master And follows no leader Still it is a mystery with a long lure Many generations have stopper to ponder What does it come fro,? they wonder What gave them the idea to end their mire? To leave behind the cold and tame the winter?