The Ballad of OakvaleA Poem by V. P. TrujilloA gorgeous town, peaceful, serene. Surrounded by Oaks.Do you know of the beauty that was Oakvale? Tall, strong branches, ever reaching, Fought to no avail, Simple folk lay bleeding. A Lad of young with many a task, His Sister of old, at least her soul, Was her day of birth, and a present was meant, Off lad went, gathering coin for gift. Speaking with ‘this’ man, and ‘that’ man, Lad found himself a means For monetary gain, that was the plan, Though young, his heart had many greed’s. Causing havoc as it suited, Provoking a smile, and laughter, It was by intolerant locals was Lad then booted, Not quite what he was after. Mind back to his sibling, he fell in line Had enough coin for his Sister’s surprise Chocolate in a box, he felt was right He left and dashed to Sis… just in time. A bloody gross sight was seen Eyes widened as what was never there Leaked through to heart, a scene Of the likes none should be a part. The murderer of his kin turned gaze Saw the child, and with hand raised Bearing a sharpened blade It was then he alone was saved, by a glowing man. Do you know of the beauty that was Oakvale? Tall, strong branches, ever reaching Fought to no avail,
Simple folk lay bleeding. © 2013 V. P. TrujilloAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorV. P. TrujilloSan Jose, CAAboutfree photo web hosting "We are so captivated by and entangled in our subjective consciousness that we have forgotten the age-old fact that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions. The Buddhist .. more..Writing
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