Watchman

Dark gray clouds amassed
Sunlight beams rays through
Moisture 'pon green grass
Time when all things life renew

The Mockingbird sings
Loud and strong his song
'Pon the dead limb clings
He the watchman headstrong 

Early one morning
Seeds and water placed
He spent hours singing
All the birds came_raced

His tune understood
All's safe come one_all
Even though some God forsook
But judgment's soon pall

The Watchman sings loud
Enjoy life today
And change from sin proud
Or judgment must weigh.

Finis'

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Randy Curry

May 6, 2013 at 11:22 AM

sweet write. e a poe was all 3. there are other bios of him but this is my first read. will read others to ensure a balanced view. in this one he is; alcoholic, addicted to opium, depressed, obsessive, sarcastic, possibly fantasies of necrophilia, scathing, critical, always broke or nearly so, impotent, insecure, a mooch etc. On the + side he was; brilliant, worldly, devoted, a doting husband, and a masterful marketer, handsome, intelligent.

Kevin Callaghan

May 1, 2013 at 7:23 PM

I think maybe we are the watchman looking to bring sunlight from rain health from pain very good thank you

Andrea Dietrich

April 25, 2013 at 4:57 PM

I enjoyed this one. it almost feels like the watchman is symbolic of God!

Ndaba Sibanda

April 25, 2013 at 4:41 PM

Powerful piece.

James Peranteau

April 25, 2013 at 4:08 PM

Wow, really strong write dear poet, and just the wise 'ol owl is missing ! *smiles* I really enjoyed this write Sara ! I see from some of the comments below, that you have plans on continuing this...if so, I will be looking out ! Have a wonderful day my friend....much love, james

Donna Jones

April 24, 2013 at 5:41 PM

Wow if this is unfinished...I feel ashamed of my measly attempts!!!! Don't you wonder how those dead limbs do cling??? They fall just right entwined laced as if placed there...awesome...Sara..

Naji Almurisi

April 24, 2013 at 9:57 AM

I am waiting .. so nice poem with high feelings

Nette Onclaud

April 24, 2013 at 9:47 AM

i am stunned no end, sara.. looking forward to the next lines... a beauty!...you okay?... got the soupy.. :) huggs!

Kim Van Breda

April 24, 2013 at 7:22 AM

Such exquisite detail of the beauty of our Creator. Enjoyed the read.

Russell Sivey

April 24, 2013 at 6:51 AM

I really loved what you have done so far, this will be a very awesome poem when completed, actually you could stop here and it would be a masterful poem! I truly enjoyed reading this delightful piece, Great Work!!