So Old The Story Poem by Jackie Allen

heavy with clouds
the sky... beneath winged feet
the scented air..
a honey-suckled breeze...
in spite of history.. comfort.. family..
I sing songs...
dream dreams of something more...

yet kneel.. with eyes downcast
and with head bowed
I beg pardon..
relief from mournful cries...
blue bruised.. scoffed.. unfairly worn..
great the plight..
demands of family ride hard my back...

a lighthouse of hope
I pray to find.. pray
some divine revelation
to come near...
the echo.. of a people thought scorned..hurls
condemnation..
fails duty’s will to find...