The cockerel crew at break of day. <br />Bid working men to make their way <br /> to where they earned their honest crust <br />when hunger drives a man needs must. <br /> <br />Obey the cockerel’s clarion call. <br /> <br />So harness Dobbin to the plough <br /> and leave behind a straight furrow <br />or hasten to the factory <br /> amongst the grim machinery. <br /> <br />Obey the cockerel’s clarion call. <br /> <br />Of if perchance you’re office bound <br />surrounded only by the sound <br /> of papers shuffled to and fro. <br /> You have no choice you still must go. <br /> <br />Obey the cockerel’s clarion call. <br /> <br />On winter mornings dark and cold <br /> and summer days when it grows hot. <br /> But I don’t care I am grown old <br /> and have retired so I will not. <br /> <br />Obey the cockerel’s clarion call. <br /> <br />3-Aug-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rebel-for-friend-rema/
