All Over the Fields
I found peace
with the scorching
Heat of the winter
against the immense sunsets!
Through the huge
animal's bones
as if it were a sense of
personal freedom
such as the chilling-spirit.
Here I found the given mother,
twinning waterfalls,
which, all beavers
and done, the hole land is reflected
to you through my incensed eyes!
But when I sought the hawk,
along the hunting past,
I found the blanket,
Powder, Tobaccoes, Knives,
trappers and fur,
entwining before me the immense
shaft
of this peaceful spot!
Ah! clear in the funky river,
the soul, our soul!
the sweet water to the bone,
opening high the evil-tempered past,
the struggle golden mass,
with unnatural bloom.
who comes no more.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2013
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