December 15, 2017
Photo by Stephen Borkowski

A Poem by Jack Wesdorp

I thought I saw Saint Nicholas
come riding up our lane.
He was attended by a child
who held the horse’s rein.
To one side walked a sailor man,
the other went a thief,
and all the courtly noblemen
bent low in their belief.
It was a fleeting instant then
when all of time stood still
and in the silent way he went
with goodly wile and will.
That night I set a portion out
for every wandering waif,
and wished them welcome home at last
with solemn shrift and safe.

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