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.