Prattle, Rattle, and Tattle
prattled brain
unrestrained
countless hours lost in pain
fortunes sought
nothing bought
at the end the battle fought
worker bees
queens of these
peasants bow upon their knees
certain fears
stripping gears
tearing down the waste of years
mountain's view
valleys grew
green and sanctimonious too
all's not lost
at the cost
dying upon the wooden cross
open grave
empty cave
resurrection of the brave
captain's log
boiling bog
sunlight burning through the fog
Morning grew
souls anew
In the east Messiah's due
kathy lockhart
9/15/07
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-09-15 at 09:20
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