One Last Song

you may notice that this poem sort of intertwines with my other poem "Masacre" i recomend you read that one first.

i stand high and proud

like a stone statuess,

looking out over the grassy plains.

my dress billows in the wind;

a wind that carries the sarrow

of lives long past gone.

an eagle flys above

Crying for his loved ones.

in the distance i hear the soft sound

of strong wooden flutes;

crafted from the hands of Elders

who've seen the damage

of man himself.

i sing softly with the hum,

in tune to the eagle

and the trees swaying back and forth.

it all comes together as one.

the earth

the sky

the birds flying high.

here upon this hill

i sing my last song.

then blow away with the wind

as the flutes below

sing a song of a girl long gone.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the places you took me with your words. Description took me to a beautiful place and I felt the desire for the great escape. I like the feel and the desire of the words. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Brook Hughes]

Great imagery and very descriptive. I love the last line:)

[Stefano Ianiro]

Ah I absolutely adore this poem! I really don't feel it's necessary to read Massacre before this one, simply because this poem stands so strong on its own. You start the poem off by saying you're like a statue, and from then on it just takes off. Every sentence after that relates to movement, wind moves, sound travels, birds fly, etc. And how I interpreted the poem was breaking free of something you've been stuck with for a while. I'm not sure if that's what you intended, but either way really good write :)

[Brianna]

this sounds like a song. seriously, it made me want to sing along with it. It really felt like I was there, and this poem really does belong with "massacre"
the two stories sound so connected, so TOGETHER, its like, amazing :D
this is great, full of sunshine and nature and pride and beauty :)
Awesome :)
~Chey