"stallman" poems
(Wind on the Mountain)
I stood on the mountain
I looked around to see
A world God gave us
Just for you and me
I felt the cold wind
blow from the north
Such a beautiful feeling
here on Gods great earth
Release your fears
and come with me
I’ll take you to a world
where we are free
Where eagles dare
way above the clouds
Where serenity takes hold
far away from the crowds
Where the rivers flow
and the wolves they run
you can reach to the sky
and touch the sun
The Lost Poet
Elton Stallman
4/27/20
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 10:02 PM UTC
( The cry of a poet )
I write these words to ease my pain
to fill my hollow soul
They rise from a place were peace is lost
a place you dare to go
These sleepless nights I lie awake
as I drift into my past
These trembling hands they grow so week
I pray that they will last
As time stands still I take a breath
and scream into the night
When the darkness fades I feel relief
as I see the morning light
Once again I made it through
But never will it be in vain
I'll continue on this lonesome ride
And forever will I chase the rain
By Elton Stallman
The Lost Poet
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC