Misery Laid Upon Soft Kindled Pine
Misery Laid Upon Soft Kindled Pine
The great Judge marks this hour at noon
bright was this day in month of June.
A kinship richly felt with wooded glen
saddened by the evil in hearts of men.
A fierce battle for land was fought
death reigned supreme all for naught.
Blood splashed upon the limbs and leaves
sorrow grips as each family grieves.
Dead feel not the heat of burning Sun
no real glory felt by those that won.
Misery laid upon softly kindled pine
vultures fly waiting to come to dine!
The carnage shook the stars on high
time not given from sweet good-bye.
An unwelcome breeze stings this land
all for naught, but evil in death's hand!
The great Judge marks this day of pain
as tears fall ,victims lay in dashing rain.
A new day awaits the glory of hope sent
forgiveness for the wasted lives spent.
June birds now flutter, renewing song
lives so saddened move right on along.
Human spirit always racing to survive
rarely embracing joy of just being alive.
Returning Sun shines upon life and all
man's fate is to live then greatly fall.
Other journeys await in mystical realms
many great ships, captains at the helms.
R.J. Lindley
09, 15, 1977
note: I have little memory of why I wrote this one
back then. Perhaps a book I read, movie I watched
or blues that wrapped me so often during that time.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
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