She spoke to me yesterday
She spoke to me yesterday
Rippling in the brisk spring breeze
Humming her song of freedom
Etched with the pain of passion
Humbled by the sacrifices endured
Snapped sharply as a gust stirred images
Of a county’s growing pains
The trauma of generational gestation
Then she whispered to me
As I shed a tear
Each must become its own
Sharpen its own sword
Stand tall in the fickle winds
Knowing that an idle flag
Will stiffen in defense
Of its right to snap stiffly
In the rising winds of change
I smiled
As I watched her shadow
Dancing with the children
In the park’s playground
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment