James Faulkner Poet Free verse

Angels of the Cornfield With Ms. Anne-May and I

Dust flew from crisp corn stalks as she fell to beaten knees 
She raised her callus stricken hands towards the heavens
Painfully smiling due to a sunburned soul and age
Angels sung hymns while gently playing strings of the winds tranquil zephyrs  
God whispered in her ear as she wept gratified tears 
I finally understand 

In memory of my Ms. Anne-May.

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Iolanda Scripca April 11, 2009 at 10:06 AM "Painfully smiling due to a sunburned soul and age" - very creative! One never realizes how much a human can endure until he/she is faced with disaster. Well written, James. Love, iolanda

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen April 8, 2009 at 10:21 AM Ooh, Nice. I especially loved the Æsunburned soulÆ part. Souls can be sunburned. That is a great way to describe pain deeper than heart hurt.

Brian Strand April 7, 2009 at 1:11 AM Beautiful tribute poetry James.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

Debbie Guzzi April 6, 2009 at 4:43 PM What is it about those cornfields? Always God or Evil there? Light & Love

P Sheart April 6, 2009 at 1:18 PM Hello James Awe, what a wonderful tribute to Ms. Anne-May.She must have been quite a woman to have touched you so deeply. We should all have at least one Anne-May in our lives. I'm sure her heart is smiling down upon now with the same understanding you have. Take care hun. Many blessings to you and yours. Oh and thanks so much on your comments on my latest lyrics. Love Light Truth Patricia

Christopher Higgins April 6, 2009 at 8:47 AM This is breathtaking loving James.. you have dug deep into the soul with this write....