The mountain in the distance I see
Grasping at me like people gnarled with age
And possessing infinite wisdom beyond my present time
They reach out to tell me their dark secrets
Beneath them like little snails
Putting up dust on invisible roads
Moves the transport of our race
Like flowing birds over wind swept reaches
They come breaking the silence
Casting shadows on my scenic view
And here upon my hill alone
Reflections of my precious view
Come drifting down on my mind
Like snow and morning dew
The river twists and turns below
Making the sun have an after glow
Made up from melted crystal dreams
Reaching through our fair land
And other noises filter through
Of bleating sheep and magpies too
The snow rests on distant peaks
The mountain creaks under its load
Again the parakeets break the silence
With their own special cry
Grey clouds roll over head
Bringing with them threats of rain
Leaving me not untouched
By their clod hands of wind
Still I see upon the hill
The farmhouse with its lights
Sheep milling round the hill
Followed by horses from afar
Yet this tranquil country scene
Is disturbed by my dreams
Of famine in the world at large
Of race and of colour barriers
Created by men whose minds are small
Their bigotry still kills us all
With hates of different kinds
Destroying our tranquil times
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Poems in the Dark
PoesiaShort exploratory poetry.. and some fun. Feelings, Questions. Statements. NOW Includes A new form of poetry I spend hours and days designing and developing. I call it "Twiin Poetry" or a "Twiin Poem" Its two poems that can be read a...
