The Last Angel Poem by Bill Simmons

There is a place in the forest where the big oak they grow
Where the pine trees too they thrive in Groves
Almost surrounded by pond and overlooking hill
They say the old man, for years lived there still

They say his life one day turned around
When he met a woman in a big city town
Young they both were, her within his heart it stirred
He fell in love so he married her

They lived in the city at first for a while
John he adored her, each morning he smiled
But as time it passed along, something dreadfully was wrong
Whispered within the wind was her a witch all along

They say she walked by some roses one day
They were dried up and dying, and withered away
They say she bent down and touched but just one
They not only grew, they bloomed every one

The townsfolk they saw as they looked on in awe
Began the whispers and rumors that started it all
They say that the birds would fly down to her
And land on her finger, understood her words

They claimed when the rain it fell upon her
Not a hair was even damp, claimed a devil on earth
The children would see her with love in their eyes
But the people they gathered, cried demon disguised

They shouted she evil, the wicked witch must die
John cried don’t take away the love of my life
Later in the dark, within the still of the night
Two hearts in love ran away for their lives

Never looking back, hiding their tracks
The town it so followed but had to turn back
They ran through forest and too many woods
And for days and nights ran as far as they could

When they awoke from their slumber at the top of this very hill
They knew there and then, is where love it would live
They lived out their lives, until were very old
And as she lay one day dying, John held her close

John I have so loved you, but I have heard my fathers words
And whispered to him dying, no more angels on earth.

Copyright 2008 Bill Simmons
aka BillWilliamStar
BillWilliamStar@aol.com

author: When Cannons Fire & The Kingdom