Colour of My Heart
Since a child I have wandered and explored,
the forest and all the meadows and streams;
the spirit wind has been my great reward,
my hair taken along with golden leaves.
When, my soul is broken I walk in awe,
of each found wild creature, flower and tree;
been amazed by a sleek black birds wild caw,
each bird in the forest sings just for me.
Then, one day the spirits in the sky spoke,
telling of my aboriginal roots;
that I was as strong as the tallest oak,
now, I can hear their endless drums and flutes.
The forest is the colour of my heart,
the colour of my voice, my words - all part.
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November 30, 2018
Poetry/Sonnet/Colour Of My Heart
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1090-019-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Colour Of My Heart
sponsor, John Hamilton
Fifth Place
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