Nicholas Bradvica Poetry

Nary once a tempest rose,
Nary once indeed,
Above the road called Claromis,
A trav’lers sign dare read,

Nary once did rain dare fall,
Nary a storm dare blew,
Above said road deemed Claromis,
With shade from oak and yew,

Nary once did lightning strike,
Nary a bolt did I see,
For on stormy days I’d sit inside,
And imagine a place far from me.

Poet: Nicholas Bradvica