cows lowing from knoll's grassy height
fields glowing in setting sun's light
leaves blowing in west wind's might
rain is owing, maybe comes tonight
crows crowing, and take to flight
weeds growing, this field's poor blight
old man's hoeing, bent and slight
from his hands throwing, in a sudden fright
oh ohing, never seen such a sight
it's my bones, showing, all gleamin and white
* * *
my hair then flowing, to much delight
to a new life going, but a wrong hitchhike
stranger bestowing lonely ride invite
my blood was flowing, but I put up a fight
then my body stowing, shallow grave at this site
years here slowing while the dirt held me tight
my folks woeing, never knew of my plight
soon to be knowing, why I never did write
now my soul can be going, they'll know I loved them alright
* * *
and the old man is toeing a cop's delight
killer's wallet
he lost that night
Oh yes...a smoking gun! ! ! Justice for victims of crime...a beautiful thought. Hugs, Dee
Unbelievable; so very good... As I read it, the words flowed in a funereal/dirge-like rhythm. High impact, this - I wish that I could say how much I respect this.
Another beautiful story, told in perfect rhyme. 10 from admiring Tai
what a tale! the heart whispers such sadness that tears fear to flow of a lost life never to smile in the sun but so well done here a surge of words with the end bittersweet and brutal a wonderful poem filled with compassion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Utterly fantastic. A stunningly skilful piece. I'm a big fan of continuous rhyme and write a lot of it myself. Now DOUBLE continuous rhyme - that is something else. I love the structure of this compelling story. I'd take my hat off to you but I haven't got one! Ez