Confused in mind, bereft of soul
Through poppy fields I wonder, alone I stroll
Where’s the world that I used to know
Where’s the love and friendship life did bestow
Alone once again on God’s great land
Life’s passed through my hands like grains of sand
Is it too much to ask that I have someone to treasure
Someone to hold, to love and share pleasure
The feeling of emptiness, sadness and despair
Looking for solace, please answer my prayer
As I gaze on this land of greenery and flower
I understand the gift of nature and might of it’s power
The rolling valleys and hills sweep me off my feet
The trees and the rivers greet my eyes oh so sweet
So to you mother earth I must thank you for this
Saving my soul and delivering me back from the abyss
I agree with Marilyn, a beautiful, moving poem All the best, Colin J...
That's a beautiful poem, Brian. Keep writing. I loved it! Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Addendum (first time for everything) : I felt compelled to add that your wonderfully flowing expression was not what I'd expected; perhaps I was relating to a 60's group (long forgotten) with the title name of your poem, or a line from Wm S. Burroughs about 'a hot-shot hit in Philly' (from 'Naked Lunch') . Not to be redundant again (?) , as I've already crossed that line twice, but having already placed the laurel wreath, I'll also note that your work was indeed 'tasty', and that you have not only my near worthless recognition, but my semi-precious 'Thanks! ' as well!