Victor Grymm Poet Rhyme

Sugarloaf Mountain

We waded the creek,
Sang with the leaves,
Dozed on the moss
Beneath tall pine trees.

We talked to the wind,
Felt cool, summer rain,
And forgot for a moment
How to feel pain.

We painted gold sunsets,
Whispered to the stars,
Felt awe and wonder
At how small we are.

We were wild children,
Untouched and untamed,
Seeing the beauty in all life
Before we knew it's name.

Now they call me witch,
Wicked, wild, rude,
Because I speak with spirits 
And find their actions crude.

I walk the paths of olde,
Each footstep sure and true,
Since I can find no reasoning
In anything they do.

They dream of a home in the sky,
A man to make their wishes true,
I know my mother is the Earth
Whose voice still calls to you.

She created all beings equal,
Without division or spite,
Yet they insist on bringing it
And claiming it is light.

So I will walk my witchy way,
Hold my head up high,
Calling out injustice
And singing to the sky.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

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