Poems from Jason9
There are words,
I wish to pluck them from this fray.
And hand them to you,
In ordered memoirs,
Ink, spread thin upon this page.
And...
Upon this flower I shall gaze,
simple as it’s bloom.
For God has made you there,
Living in the lighted Son.
Shall you not go that way...
Where is your soul?
Buried black in Native earth.
A hatchet and a poem,
For victry’s sweat you cry.
You are brave.
You are kind.
You...