Departure of a Man and his land

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His gaze ran along

the distant tree line.

Finding the pockets of light,

that once never existed. 

A lake man formed

guards the distant lights.

A wind sweeps into his hair

as tears begin to fall.

His voice cracks as he

yells. what has been done.

To a land once never

touched by metal and fire.

He listens, hears not the

whisper of the trees,

the call of soaring birds.

the lands he knew are gone. 

He touches the false water,

and turns to see the spirits 

of his ancestors disappear.

He turns back with one last glance. 

"My name is Tomopoac,

I lived 500 years ago

this land was that of my people

its spirit leaves with me 

to the place of peace and tranquility."

 

Author's Note

ignore grammar look at the story.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

You know I love this Trevor!!! I can see him looking over this place that he loved and saw in the eyes of now with sadness. and you last line where you say "its spirit leaves with me" is perfect. Great write..x