John Fall, The Moment of Courage</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=44.htm>John Fall</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>The Moment of Courage</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>In March 1998 I enrolled for a course in Creative Writing in Perth, WesternAustralia as part of a school for seniors. In the poem below we were allgiven a prescribed first line and asked to write a poem in ten minutes.<br>There is a little windmill in my head<br>that stirs my thoughts and tears to shreds<br>All my cherished ambitions, My desires,<br>My needs, My fears . . . My very dreads.<br>There is a little windmill in my head<br>that will not stop, but which instead<br>disturbs my thoughts that run afresh<br>to places new, I've never been before<br>And there I stand before the door. . .<br>Dare I knock, or go right in<br>to venture where I've never been?<br>On the threshold there I stand<br>And. . .<br>Oh, What the hell! Let's be brave<br>Kick down the door, and have a rave.<P></p></b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>