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Author: O. Westin

Tam and Lin and the Queen in the heart of the forest

They say that in the heart of the forest, there’s winter in the middle of summer. Tam went to see if the opposite was true.

He challenged the forest. His mighty sword vanquished his foes. A boy and his stick, leaving frosty nettles broken behind.

“Where to, soldier boy?” a magpie laughed.
Tam bowed. “To summer, sir.”
“Then march on, and get your warmth from the Queen.”

“Why the hurry?” a squirrel asked.
“I go to the Queen,” Tam said.
“Have a care, she’ll heed your words, not what you say.”

In the heart of the forest, Tam stepped off snow onto lush green moss. Leaving winter behind, he shivered, then marched on.

Dreams of space

We’ve lost our dream to reach the far-flung stars
And yet we cheer each exoplanet found.
We send exploring robots off to Mars
But doubt we’ll see a human Marsward bound.

We’ve come to say ‘not ever’ where ‘not yet’
Was once the answer, followed by ‘one day’.
Our dreams are tempered by the limits set
by Science, that remorseless beast of ‘nay’.

We’ve learned there is so much we cannot do,
So much beyond our might and ken, and yet,
Our poets give us dreams to seek anew,
Of goals we never thought before to set.

Our dreams are smaller, but we’ll see them true,
If possible; that is what humans do.