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Quarried,  and carved from our earthen mother's skeletal
Backbone and under belly, were the Moai solid rock deities,
Stone guardians of Easter Island.
A mystical place, a harvested paradise, but nothing remains
Of the people whom built this land of living statues, except
For these harden faces, looking towards the ocean, as if in 
Wait for their native worshipers to return.
Sit and listen my friend, to the whispering in the wind,
Do you hear the low humming sound, rolling across
The rocky and jagged surf. 
It is the Moai, calling unto the five raw elements of the world.
Let us live again, to walk among the heavens vast 
Divides, and to feel the winds breeze at our faces
Once more.
Slowly the ground shifts and moves, rumbles and
Quakes, lightening splits as thunder strikes against 
The harden ground, nature itself has heard them,
And answers their wishes with life anew.
Shedding layers textures by depths degree, piece by
Piece, stone turns into gravel, rough rock is smoothed,
Hued by mystic incantations spell, brick becomes
Bone, and nature answers their wishes with life anew.
Living giants pull themselves up out of the earth,
Shaking away debris's leavings, and thus shall
Stone breaths, inhaling freedom's fresh air at last.
Behold the living god's of Stone, guardians of
An ancient culture lost unto time itself.
But at dusk's fading sunset, the spell is thus
Broken and slowly these giant figures take
Their places once again, melting as if it
Never happened, yet the humming still
Lingers echoing across the ocean.
For stone God's never forget, and waiting
On Easter Island do they so sit, monuments
To a people whom disappeared without a trace.
But their deities shall call unto them until
One day they'll return, and then maybe 
Giants again shall walk this earth in 
Celebration, to feast amongst their people
Once more.



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  1. Date: 9/1/2014 11:53:00 AM

    Congratulations my dear you won 1st place in my hero contest, please forward your mailing address to my soup mail so I can mail you your winning greeting card, it may take a while, as I am going to have it and made for you by my daughter who designs her own greeting cards, so please be patient, it will get to you I promise xxx
  1. Date: 8/28/2014 12:44:00 PM

    One of my favorite poems. I read as if it were a bowl of ice cream with warm chocolate sauce, upon it. It absolutely transfixed my eyes and mind. Thanks for that moment.
  1. Date: 8/28/2014 12:44:00 AM

    wow, you did those ancients proud with THIS beauty. I remember learning of this place in junior high and I saw a movie about it too. That would be a fantastic trip to take!! Don't you think so? Have you been lucky enough to have gone there? Great poem, Cheryl.
  1. Date: 8/27/2014 7:31:00 PM

    CHERYL, I saw a documentary on the Easter Island, and how they were able to set the stones in the position they stood. A fabulous poem. SKAT
  1. Date: 8/26/2014 8:48:00 PM

    Hello Cheryl, now that is awesome, I feel, as if them giants will walk this earth again. I picture nature, giving them a new life... A fine and wonderful poem, my friend..LINDA
  1. Date: 8/26/2014 5:00:00 PM

    Always colorful, always seeking, Easter Island! Thanks my friend... Light & Love
  1. Date: 8/26/2014 4:44:00 PM

    Hi Cheri. I could see those haunting , mysterious faces looking over the ocean at me as I read this. A very in depth and wonderful write this is my friend.....Peter
  1. Date: 8/26/2014 10:11:00 AM

    Beautiful reminder of a people who carved these figures so many years ago. But even more impressive the imagination that gives life to these monolithic giants. Well done, Cherl. Once deliver! // paul
  1. Date: 8/26/2014 1:56:00 AM

    Awesome write, dear lady!!! I enjoyed it so much.
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 8:27:00 PM

    Cheryl loves to live in pumpkin land With all the ghouls in frightful land When it comes to scaring us She'll make Halloween a fuss Can't wait to see what she will scry I' bet she'll make us laugh and cry xxx
  1. Date: 8/25/2014 8:12:00 PM

    You must have a majestic encyclopedia in your lovely head, always a pleasure to read your musings xxx