Treasure Island

Allan James Saywell

(Australia / Christmas Island)

Fire


Early In The Morning
When the blue grey mist
Hang above a Forest
That become a sea like green
A lone black bird
Cry atop a blue gum tree
A calling sound for love
That carry from tree to tree
To the south an angry fire
Not unlike an angry sun
Spitting hissing roaring
Like an angry beast
That has no love
But still the bird cry for his lost love
Cry for your brothers and sisters
In a World that spins like a top

Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2014

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