POETRY
Wheel of Time
Festember’s Gilded Glory
From the Wild West our horses rode,
Persistent across the rough road.
To the regal revels of Las Vegas;
We went where cash and poker chips took us.Then we set our masts towards the past,
To revive artefacts meant to last.
Pursuing our thrilling trail,
Were ghosts and ghouls, fierce and frail.At last we were rewarded a blissful break,
At Hawaii, a haven the Gods did make;
Where we broke the mindless monotony,
And swayed to a surreal symphony.Twas’ a time when all bonded boundlessly,
When art and amity flowed endlessly.
When dauntless dragons brought out the brave,
Twas’ indeed a time to rise and rave.We delved into dunes in an hourglass,
To relive reels captured by top brass.
As we head into realms hitherto uncharted,
Festember summons the brave and the faint-hearted.
