Poem: Palm Sunday

Welcome the King

The slow tread of animal feet

The swirling dust of a village street

The rising sound of loud hosannas

Palm branches scattered to welcome the King.

The slow tread of weary feet

The mocking taunts of a scourge’s beat

The rising sound of a hammer’s fall

A crown of thorns to welcome the King.

D Hayes (Poem first created on 10th April 1987)


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