Poems from Jacquelyn F.
The sleek mahogany drifted past, held by the solemn frowns on hardened faces
The crowd, locked grim without a tear, stood in honor
Stood...
Late into night the shout rang out
And echoed off the trees
With deep timbre and pleading tone
The shout soon found the sea
With rolling...
And so they walked
As one as two
Through fields of snow
Through fields of grass
And neither knowing where they go
Not gentleman or fair...
Small child, so young, I wished for so much more
Than fantasy and play to fill my dreams
Those ancient tales of the great myths and lore...
The grass stands small
Standing together in perfect order
More respect that way
So the Lilies say
The Lilies, huddling in groups
Whisper...