This is one that was entered into a contest. I won, and it is to be published in a poetry anthology.
sings
a quiet song,
making you stop
to listen.
It sends you tears,
tears of joy
to remember
of the song you once could hear,
the one you can hear...
once again...
reflecting memories.
Some of tears
and sadness.
Others of smiles,
and laughter,
and joy.
It brings back one...
just one reminiscent memory.
It is of children,
laughing and playing,
making a lovely crown of roses.
After that day,
the children soon move on
to independance.
And it is forgotten;
It is trampled on
by millions.
But...
After one hundred years,
it is noticed;
it is seen.
It is removed
from a place
where it is kept back
from the notes of the song,
and put into
a special place...
the heart
of another child.
It is held onto.
And it is...
remembered.
Poetry by Catherine Stout
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Written on 2006-06-05 at 01:14
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Song of the Rose Crown
A whistling breezesings
a quiet song,
making you stop
to listen.
It sends you tears,
tears of joy
to remember
of the song you once could hear,
the one you can hear...
once again...
reflecting memories.
Some of tears
and sadness.
Others of smiles,
and laughter,
and joy.
It brings back one...
just one reminiscent memory.
It is of children,
laughing and playing,
making a lovely crown of roses.
After that day,
the children soon move on
to independance.
And it is forgotten;
It is trampled on
by millions.
But...
After one hundred years,
it is noticed;
it is seen.
It is removed
from a place
where it is kept back
from the notes of the song,
and put into
a special place...
the heart
of another child.
It is held onto.
And it is...
remembered.
Poetry by Catherine Stout
Read 996 times
Written on 2006-06-05 at 01:14
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