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George Lewis Avery

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when i was one
she was the sun
her voice the wind
where grasses bend
soft soothing sighs
'neath open skies
where prairies ring
with song with wing
bird butterflies
and lullabies

given i could
granted i would
turn back retrace
to that bright place
eight seasons long
i lissed her song
and as she sang
a whirlwind sprang
and danced away
with her in play

i guilty stand
let go her hand
to read a book
beside a brook
and she with sighs
and tear stained eyes
felt cast away
its safe to say
her spirit died
and no one cried

at eighteen she
came back to me
for just a while
and i should smile
the song she sang
gave me a pang
in misery
my poetry
was but a balm
on days of calm

a hurricane
of wind and rain
we saw the heights
and oh the sights
but somewhere she
abandoned me
once flung away
its safe to say
my spirit cried
and all but died

two score and one
i still am shunned
days are quiet
but come the night
a tempest builds
within the guilds
when i can hear
their rising cheer
warhammers ring
and heralds sing

she fiercely rides
the ebbing tides
on armored steed
at gale force speed
i know she comes
the hour looms
the tempest churns
my muse returns
and it might just be
she'll trample me

.oeg ©