Richard Allen Beevor

Gold Star - 5,570 Points (23 March 1949 / London)

Song Of Life - Poem by Richard Allen Beevor

I thought and the wind
sprang from the north.

I spoke and great oaks grew,
where winter falls
snow white on the ground,
in a breath of Robin's call.

I sang and the sun did shine,
ray of light across the world.

I shout and the human herds arise,
divided by their might,
snow red blood on the ground,
this creeping sickness blight.

I thought and the wind
swept down the hills.

I called and valley's rose,
shake the earth, as river's rise,
sweep away this soiled disease,
time to bring forth their demise.

I cry and tears bring down rain,
wash the land to fresh and clean.

I look and the sun lights the way,
eyes clear it is good again.

Beloved garden world,
nature home,
single cloud,
gentle fall,
Earth reclaimed.

Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, October 30, 2017


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