My Life As a Beggars Tale

 

I am from a line drawn back to Indians and farmers.

To civil war soldiers and miners,

to Stonewall Jackson's private cook, from freedom rings

to church bell dings, of a bishop's call to a child's tears.

I am from a perfect world where chaos rule beyond,

freedom rules where chaos doesn't.

I am from a group of explorers outside this world.

I am from fertile grounds that are broken

and farmers work together to keep it together.

I am from a place where shadow and light are king and queen.

The shadows protect the secrets of ancient pasts.

The light bears the burden of holding angels up on high.

Church bells ring where the forsaken are sought.

Those owned by dark friends

and their masters run for dear life.

I am from a place where people have ideas

that lead to our destruction.

I am from a barrier so strong,

the strongest bull could not touch its glistening glass.

I am from a place of want, wanted ideas and tastes.

I am from a place of enemies and heroes,

A place where super villains are super powers.

I am from a place where women rule the hands and eyes;

at every stare, there is a place of hiding.

I am from a place in front of the fire,

in a separate world of my mind.

I am from a frame of mind where everything I know

has to be this way or that.

Travis Wilson

 

Copyright ©2008  TravisWilson

Author's Note

This is a poem that I put into a world wide contest, that got published.
This poem describes who I am and what I am.

Reviews

[Nana Carmine]

That's awesome. I really like the way you begin the roots and span out so we really see what makes you you. I really like it. I didn't know you were published though- I don't think you ever told me that. Anyways you did a great job- thanks for sharing.

~Nana Carmine

[None]

Your poem really shows the ancestry and history that make you who you are today. Your poem is so fabulous! Every part is special and a story in itself. I especially like this part...
"I am from a place where shadow and light are king and queen.
The shadows protect the secrets of ancient pasts.
The light bears the burden of holding angels up on high."
...Pure beauty throughout! I can see why your poem was chosen for the world wide collection!!
Wonderfully written!