Get Your Premium Membership

Sound the Gong For the River

Sound the gong O ye poetic comrades! Heralding the seventieth year of the River Play the flute O ye poetic comrades! A symphony of moving waters. As the river flows, not withstanding Its stage of life into craving streams So does of the poetic life of Lindsay Barrett Flows into the open hearts of juvenile poets Making classics out of their juvenilia Lindsay Barrett is the River Making streams from the belly of juveniles. Sound the gong O ye comrades! Lindsay Barrett is the River that sups with The Ocean for poetic genius He knows the Ocean This River has traveled afar He has sojourned forty five years in west Africa! Sound the gong O ye poetic comrades The River knows the Ocean For the river is seventy today. This River has a favorite song;The ***** Speaks of Rivers And this song is from a beloved departed Ocean Departed ocean? Langston Hughes is the departed Ocean Departed out of our sight,but his memory shall live on in our hearts; ''I've known rives I've known rives ancient as The world and older than the flow Of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the rivers'' Sound the gong O ye poetic comrades! Poetic streams; children of Lindsay Barrett Sound the gong O ye poetic comrades! For the river is seventy today! Happy Birthday Daddy! 15/9/2011

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 10/9/2011 9:51:00 PM
Slowly, the realization of what you were saying dawned on me. A beautiful analogy and tribute to your Dad. I so enjoyed this dreamy trip.
Login to Reply
Date: 9/19/2011 2:15:00 AM
is it ur dad's birthday?,nice fusion..atleast no punctuation....lol
Login to Reply

Book: Shattered Sighs