Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2013
Tribal tones
--

Maidens bathe freely in the stream
-

Shyly

SEE!

The young boys gather in the woods!

--

Watch and wait

( the years shall come)

----
---

Gentle maturation

And pure nurturing
--

Visions of cornicopeia

And fertile seed

---

Every child shall be known

--

All shall grow in peace

I see YOU there

I always knew

That I would
--

I think you always knew

I was here
Written by
jeffrey robin
531
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems