James Hamilton & AngelsA Poem by James HamiltonJames Smith Hamilton Series Part 2 - A poem series playing in the first half of the 19th century in the Old WestJames Hamilton is sitting in the prairie on the ground,
his mind´s a half mile away in town. Still thinking of what he saw today, an angel that brought beauty in this world so gray. Still he´s thinking if she might be an angel from hell, because angels aren´t black this told him the priest well. But as beautyful as she is what else than an angel can she be, he asks himself starring at the old oak tree. But sad he is because the angel isn´t free to fly, she´s a slave, in chains will she die. So he is crying in the prairie sitting on the ground, and he starts to hate the white men in town. © 2013 James HamiltonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJames HamiltonThe WorldAboutI´m a young starter with the aim of writing a novel. I´am 17 years old and my account belongs to my alter ego, which goes by the name James Smith Hamilton. An ancestor of James Smith Ha.. more..Writing
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