He laughed in the late afternoon wind
At the top of a Tennessee
Mountain
He stood on its overlook that
He’d finally reached alone
And when he laughed,
The wind suddenly stopped blowing
All round him got quiet
The eerie sensations that overcame him
Helped him to decide
Once and for all
That now was the time
That they’d never be
A better one
So fatherless, Godless,
And nearly friendless,
The youth flung himself
Mightily,
Laughing,
Into the gulf that lay below
Him and the Tennessee mountain
Overlook.
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Brett
You threw me in the end though.
i was reliving beingona mt.alone wind/quiet
If you never done it ya sure fooled me.
thanks it was cool stan
I've missed reading your poetry.
love,
Susan
Connie
Words cannot express the feelings this poem gives me. It's a masterpiece. Your vivid imagery of this write is stunning as well as the verses. You are an amazing poet.
Many blessings,
~Linda