4d
I have yet to hear his symphony,
In o’ so very long.
I wait here every day, hoping to hear the mystic song.
To experience his mighty minuet again.
For that night,
Somewhere far from the hills.
South of the rapids that drive away the men.
I heard a cricket, who carried the most entrancing melodies.
And as it played, the branches of the trees began to sway in a musical way.
What a beat!
Made o, by a tree!
I thought little of it.
Then the grasses began to ripple.
And someone in the town began to sing.
“O’ Martha, why can’t you stay?
Why must the men carry you so far away?”
O’ what a sound,
Only broken by the final fading of the starry sky.
In o’ so very long.
I wait here every day, hoping to hear the mystic song.
To experience his mighty minuet again.
For that night,
Somewhere far from the hills.
South of the rapids that drive away the men.
I heard a cricket, who carried the most entrancing melodies.
And as it played, the branches of the trees began to sway in a musical way.
What a beat!
Made o, by a tree!
I thought little of it.
Then the grasses began to ripple.
And someone in the town began to sing.
“O’ Martha, why can’t you stay?
Why must the men carry you so far away?”
O’ what a sound,
Only broken by the final fading of the starry sky.
I found this poem while I was going through my stash looking for ones to post. It's quite old, I originally wrote it in the 6th grade. Back then I called it, "Conductor Of The Earth." I decided to change the tittle because I felt it fit better for the poet I am now. I saved as much of the original as possible to showcase how different my writing was back then. Thanks for reading guys. <3
