Shadow of sky
by Keith D Allison
The sweet winds upon the crest
where you rest
remember the time
when the blood did flow
an the fire fell from the sky
the West was ours to roam
dark was your hair
like the rock that flames
the cool of the night
brought the buffaloes robe
for the taste
for the breath
of the days of freedom
when the sparkle in your eyes was the world
your smile brought joy
the children's like birds
Posted on 01/08/2013
Copyright © 2019 Keith D Allison
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 01/08/13 at 01:14 PM|
i love this traveller, would take it with me where ever I go... thnx
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/09/13 at 04:53 PM|
Here's to the "Neruda" in all of us. The melancholic longing that can never really be captured again; the further back it is, the further it goes before us. Fine write, Keith.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/10/13 at 12:20 AM|
Beautiful poetry Mr. RagTag. Love the spiritual tone, and the buffaloes robe adds a nice native flare to it.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/14/14 at 11:15 PM|
A sentimental and lovely poem of times past.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/01/14 at 12:09 PM|
just beautiful Keith. Congratulations on POTD.