in Washington
September 26th, 2005
The traveler
Will bear us home
And he will tell us
Everything.
And as trees fall and
Water dries
And roads are hammered out of stone
The snow and rain and rivers sigh
Through the land that once they roamed.
Sail to home,
To Shepard’s Green,
And all that once was near,
For now we’ll stay and then we’ll fly
Till the cloudy days are clear.
And the traveler will tell us all
That which had happened here.
So, is this a happy poem? I tried not to make it all angsty like I usually do. And I’m re(re-re-re)reading Lord of the Rings right now, if it sounds like that. Feedback!
Don't Disturb the Groove, (LOL it's a song...far out man?)
£auren.
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