The Sighs of Time
As I stand listening to the wailing wind
Whispering unspoken words of an ancient past
I see weeping willows stand in solemn dismay
On the banks of sun strewn creeks
Their songs sung by rustling leaves unheard
Yet visible to the mind's eye that is aware
Rooted in history they tell tales of bravery
Reminiscent of fallen warriors on battlefields
And of blood, seeping through the Earth
How they long for those glory days gone by
As they remember unsettling cries of valor
That penetrated their soft toned bark
Leaving the traces of family feuds
Where flesh was torn and left to rot
To be feasted upon by birds of prey
I see these images rush by, untainted by time
In days of old when freedom was earned
By the sharp edge of a blade
Where suffering still held meaning
In the eyes of the beholder who did not care
If he lived or died as long as justice was met
The heralds of heroes were heard out loud
And never questioned, not even by faith
The clanging of steel can still be heard
Through the echoes of time unveiled
It's the melody of war torn times
When wars were fought not only for greed
But also for undying love
In these clear still waters of creeks
With the willows as ever vigilant custodians
It is here that history is preserved
Forever til the end of days
Whispering unspoken words of an ancient past
I see weeping willows stand in solemn dismay
On the banks of sun strewn creeks
Their songs sung by rustling leaves unheard
Yet visible to the mind's eye that is aware
Rooted in history they tell tales of bravery
Reminiscent of fallen warriors on battlefields
And of blood, seeping through the Earth
How they long for those glory days gone by
As they remember unsettling cries of valor
That penetrated their soft toned bark
Leaving the traces of family feuds
Where flesh was torn and left to rot
To be feasted upon by birds of prey
I see these images rush by, untainted by time
In days of old when freedom was earned
By the sharp edge of a blade
Where suffering still held meaning
In the eyes of the beholder who did not care
If he lived or died as long as justice was met
The heralds of heroes were heard out loud
And never questioned, not even by faith
The clanging of steel can still be heard
Through the echoes of time unveiled
It's the melody of war torn times
When wars were fought not only for greed
But also for undying love
In these clear still waters of creeks
With the willows as ever vigilant custodians
It is here that history is preserved
Forever til the end of days
Reacties op dit gedicht
| René V.: | Maandag, juli 04, 2011 00:09 |
| @Roelie: Thnx. Ik zei ook "not only, but also" ;-) @spring: yup, lletje vergeten. Dank je voor het opmerken. Aangepast in het origineel nu :) @windwhisper: dank je! :) als altijd erg gewaardeerd, Cobie. |
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| Roelie Kuilder: | Zondag, juli 03, 2011 15:49 |
| Wars are always fought for greed,but I enjoyed your poem | |
| Godvader: | Zondag, juli 03, 2011 14:23 |
| wat een werveling van woorden weer..gooi maar open die woordenschat! gr. G |
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| spring-in-het-veld: | Zondag, juli 03, 2011 08:44 |
| heel mooi! in je eindregel staat `til`, er mag een lletje bij,zo te zien is dat een snelheidsfoutje, kan gebeuren, nou, de juf Engels heeft er een concurrent bij pff.. jij kan het beter dan zij..*oeps* dat moet ik niet zeggen anders ga jij mij ook blokkeren omdat ik zo lief ben (a) poing graag gelezen deze ;) |
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| windwhisper: | Zondag, juli 03, 2011 06:41 |
| potjandorie wat is dit mooi, stil zit ik hier en probeer de fluister van de wind te vangen dank je voor dit gedicht, dat zo hart-aanrakend vertelt.... lieve groet en een heel goede morgen Rene Cobie |
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| Auteur: René V. | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: pantarhei | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 juli 2011 | ||
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