Widow Of The Valley Poem by Sarah Simard

Oh, I say sing to me beautiful mother earth!
Let your words slip past thou lips into thy forgotten soul where only sorrow
Could shed an only tear.

Dance upon the shells of thy broken heart
Comfort her, the widow of the valley who longs for her lost love!
I watch her along the riverside walking upon the stones we’ve thrown upon her back.

Let her not condemn us, but those who we fear most.
Let her not forsake the sun’s kiss upon her luscious cheeks as she awaits..... a new dawn.