Sheer Class

The regal lion's earnt his fame As sovereign lord and more, His golden fur as if aflame, His gaze forever sure... His stature none could dare improve, For his is quite renowned... His eyes aware of every move, His ears of every sound... Aristocratic... every day... As if the world were his... As if all others must obey, Or things would be amiss... Behold the king, for such is he, Behold the noble grace, Behold the royal majesty That shines upon his face... The many battles he has fought Were won beyond all doubt, His challengers have come to nought, Retreated, turned about... Alone, he is the alpha male, Of this, no need to guess... How come he makes all others pale? Sheer class, no more, no less... Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2011. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Sheer Class'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com