The Sleepers Poem by Amy J Richardson

The Sleepers



The Sleepers lie in Belfast
and the world they fail to see,
for greatness lives a long time
the life of growing tree.
When one can fall among us,
yet not see the roots of faith,
when my love will catch the dream one
and tell of land of age,
the foretold one sleeps a-mighty,
yet falls with stones so pure,
when the ten birds fly a northwards
the cold winds they endure.
To live amongst the small ones
the Sleepers live to fight
or fight to live however
they must stay beyond all sight,
and Jesse was a young boy
but told of days long gone
when those ten birds were a flying
and the love knot was undone.
How does one see the lifeline?
or the surface of the ground,
when the trees grow tall above us,
in the emptiness around.
The day grows old and the Sleepers tell
of ones that have long past,
that of the trees that make the forest
even they will never last.


- 3.59pm Saturday 20th April 2007 – age 20 -

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Derrick Clark 28 April 2007

nice detail, like the style

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