Poets

If the reflection in the mirror wasn't smiling While I was standing there and grinning like a fool If my feelings always had more clarification Then everything would be so much easier to do…

The drums of war sound dull in the weeping canyons of grief Where the cries of the orphaned child echoes in silences deep As the great eagle screams angered in its own wild disbelief At the river of blood… and unclaimed bones layin' in a heap.

Daddy sat there on a rock beside the river Sunshine like a slap upon his shoulders He had never seen the light of day, not ever. Born blind at birth, Jeremiah John McArthur.