Silence.
The Beginning
Commemorating
The passing.
The MockingBird
Begins his prelude
Joining the words
Of solace.
M-I rifles, shouldered
Three rounds ring out
Signaling the end,
The new beginning.
The MockingBird
Now loud and clear
Joins in the service
A Heavenly Chorus of One.
It is ended.
Away you walk,
Accompanied by the flight
Of the small winged one.
He alights on a small tree
Overlooking
The Myakka Prairie
An overture.
The Celebration of Life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was a cool little write! I got into the flow it was give in. Good stuff!