Articles by Nathaniel Hayward


The Peaceful Rebellion

We once had earthly masters, Who lied and shook with rage, When we had but dared to question, The bars of our rusting cage.   Their vision was sometime noble, With peace and plenty for man, But freedom the price they demanded, All earth their chosen span.   For freedom we long had waited, A…


The Running Hare

In silver woods beneath the Moon, On roads below the Sun, The wind is singing an ancient tune, Of the hares eternal run.   For earth and stars are slow and still, And the wind breathes through the rye, When ‘cross the brackish ruddy rill, The hare comes slipping by.   And racing there the…