From A Distance

A snapshot in time

From a distance
On a hillside in Kentucky
From a distance
I heard “The Old Rugged Cross”
Sung hauntingly
And somewhat off-key
Amongst tilted headstones
Bleached, and shrouded in moss
The two young girls
No more than ten or eleven
Had no idea who it was
they were singing to Heaven
The summer breeze
Blew some of the words away…
From a distance
Their sweet voices
Would swell, and then die
There was the smell of clover
Distant cawing of crows
And above circling effortlessly
A curious vulture
There were happy lil’ kids
And sad ol’ folk there
My grandmother
Would have approved
If she could have seen
Her own funeral

I like to think that she did

Reviews

[Akshat♥]

Its like i am seeing things clearly by just reading it...
Really nice..I loved it!!
Imagination is at its peak:)
Keep writing!!

[G]

It is so good to read your work. I've been on this site just one day and see so many heart sick teens waiting to grow up and find that there is more to life than whom is adored by whom. Your work could stand up to any poet laureate. Philip Levine is the current one. I particularily like to hearing W.S. Merwin read his own poems. Also enjoy Kay Ryan who write simple and short. I recently self-published a single paperback book, a draft copy of a memoir for 13.99 on lulu.com. I cannot help but wonder if you have been published. If now, you should. Keep writing.

[Suditi]

Oh My.
It truly is a snapshot. The imagery is so perfect. Its like i can actually see everything going on.

[Whiskurz]

I liked this my friend..... Great word choices....Good write.....Whisk