The Past 1

One Of My Old Writings

 

 

As it starts to snow,
To the sky I look and smile,
Dancing about,
I sing the sweet song of death,
My foot steps in the snow start to fade away,
Forgotten memories,
With my wings spread wide,
I'll try to fly,
For in this world I shall not be,
For this last wish please set me free,
Chain 'round  my ankle,
The cold wind blows,
I'm forever bound to this unforgivable land

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem. Remind of a Native American chant. The poem was powerful. We need the land to keep us alive. Need to protect her.
Coyote