Poetry Is Born
Long before the written word,
in a sheltered cave
a Mother and her baby rocked
to peaceful hums and gentle song.
Long before a purposed rhyme
in cadence to drummed hollow logs,
or paired with trill of ivory flute,
a Mother and her baby rocked
to peaceful hums and gentle song.
Children were told a bedtime tale
with quiet thoughts and prayer,
while, there outside, the thunder rolled -
and when her wounded hunter fell
or her soldier lost at war,
a Mother and her baby rocked
to peaceful hums and gentle song.
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2018
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