Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Free Verse Poem reflection of Aluetian Sparrow

Images of the land I love string through my head as I remember my favorite stories.
Alone is how we feel but I know I have my people to lean on.
The world and the air are so cold against my skin.
Time turns slow as days and weeks pass but the scenery stays the same.
I dream of home with open fields that go on for days.
I dream of fishing trips and wait for the day for it all to return to normal.
Hopeful I am, I must be strong for the ones I love.
One day life we be pleasant again.

1 comment:

Dr. Frye said...

Oh I like it...did you "find" any words?