by Ronald W. Hull
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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A myth I dreamed, ... The Zorastorians and Some Native Americans have placed their dead to be eaten by scavenging birds.
Wild birds cross the evening sky,
Winging home for the night.
The old ones say that they are stillborn babes,
Seeking out the last light.
The sky is a painting of many hues.
A constantly changing wondrous sight.
The old ones say the sky mirrors life.
Wild birds punctuate with their flight.
I've seen them scavenge the last berry,
From a winter torn bush’s snowy blight.
The old ones say it's the last feast of winter,
For those who won't see the spring rite.
Wild birds peck a carcass clean.
Their anger loud and bleak.
The old ones say that it is revenge,
For a wrongful death they seek.
So when I die don't bury me,
In the ground so deep,
Tie me in a tall tree,
My bones to pick for the meek.
Copyright 2004 © Ronald W. Hull
Photo: Gloria Leigh Logan
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|Reviewed by Patricia Gomes
|I have to agree with Eileen; this does indeed read like an Indian chant. I do like the subtle rhyme here.|
|Reviewed by ya mama (Reader)
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
|Wonderful poem, Ron, so well penned and lends an air of mystery and antiquity. Enjoyed!|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Superb poem Ronald! So haunting like an Indian chant.
I love the way you crafted it! Love the photo too!
|Reviewed by Evelyn Simon
|Geezus, where did you get these words from? You almost had me going
for a second, there. :0)
|Reviewed by Katy Walsvik
|My, Ron.. it is to another place, another level that you took me with this. I love the continuing thread of the 'old ones' in each verse, nearly conversational, storytelling sort of feel. There's an ancient feel to this.. a joining of worlds, then, now and in the end, that future sureness that we all have coming one day. I was quite mesmerized by this . katy xox.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Wow Powerful message Ronald....Geesh!!
No pecking at me thanks.......I want to be cremated and my ashes scattered in the ocean!!