ANOTHER VOICE GHAZALED!!!!!
Fireworks explode in the sky next to my head, off the bluff
She led him to a comfortable couch, past the trees, past the farm
The life of a blue whale is at least 80 years
Until the 35 Remington is brought out from behind the bar
He went to the shore on the eve of his death
The night yields angels that will make you sad
A place to lay his head, and drift off, into his eternal sleep
Like our brother the bear, going off away, deep into the woods
I pulled him from the daffodils, that Sunday morning, to find his peace
More than a nephew, a brother to share, your blood and sorrow
The 4th day in July found me lying on my couch
Listening to the hundred highways that I would travel for the first time
With all my strength, I couldn’t move my nephew while he was alive
Yet now I carry his ashes, in but one of my arms
--HAWK
She led him to a comfortable couch, past the trees, past the farm
The life of a blue whale is at least 80 years
Until the 35 Remington is brought out from behind the bar
He went to the shore on the eve of his death
The night yields angels that will make you sad
A place to lay his head, and drift off, into his eternal sleep
Like our brother the bear, going off away, deep into the woods
I pulled him from the daffodils, that Sunday morning, to find his peace
More than a nephew, a brother to share, your blood and sorrow
The 4th day in July found me lying on my couch
Listening to the hundred highways that I would travel for the first time
With all my strength, I couldn’t move my nephew while he was alive
Yet now I carry his ashes, in but one of my arms
--HAWK
posted by friars | Wednesday, March 28, 2007
1 Comments:
Hawk, Great to have you here! And what a way to start, very nice work.
-Humanista
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