Great Migration

The world's greatest adventure

It's time to move
In search of heaven
where the green grasses grow
Around the river's and pools.

Let see the hardships
On the way towards horizon
Where the barren land extends
Eye's are not fit to see beyond.

Thousands and thousands marched
Following forefathers footprints
To the unknown world of bravery
Heart wages war on fate.

Shining canines chased the March
Rocks and mountains are just a thought
Legs are fast enough
To carry to far destination.

Inside the river, logs floated
As life passes dangerous obstacles
For some it's final sunset
For some it's fresh sunrise

Some are weak and exhausted, fallen
Some are healthy to walk into heaven
The healthy souls are in heaven
Some are sseen as dried bones on route.

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

We are who our parents where, even if we lay claim to exclaiming that we shall never be like them: We are.

Marve

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend for reading 😊

[Ken e Bujold]

terrific poem A. taunt imagery that speaks to heart's yearning for what lies beyond the next horizon. especially love the image of following in father's footprints

ken

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[Sami Khalil]

I presuppose the author is talking about our spiritual journey or migration; we all tale different routes, but we want to this and that destination.
We do need a fresh sunrise.
You are talented my friend.

[Arundass TP]

Thanks for reading friend

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir friend.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Keep writing. The world needs more fine poetry.

Winston

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend 😊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

life does past dangerous obstacles....but if we are strong like some logs...we can clear the way and continue to float towards heaven.
I really like the last line about the "dried bones on route"---
j.

[Arundass TP]

Thank you friend