Tiny Warrior

Read 'Tiny Warrior' by 'Sharmagne Leland-St John' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

Tiny Warrior by Sharmagne Leland-St John

 You never saw the spring my love
Or the red tailed hawk circling high above
On feathered wings my love
You only knew the snow
You never saw the prairie grasses bend and blow
And undulate like the shimmering indigo sea
You never saw me
Your eyes were closed so tight
They say you put up quite a fight
Somehow your life was over before it had begun and 
Gently did I touch and kiss your tiny-fingered hand
Born too soon 
You never saw the silver moon
Or the light of a summer's day
Last night I dreamt a gathering of eagles
Had come 
To spirit you away
Born too soon
Your tender heart 
Could not beat
To the pulsing rhythm 
Of life's taut drum

Nikolai 1982-1983

Form: Elegy

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