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Under Ground
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Under Ground |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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Under Ground On the banks of flowing waters Where we dreamed the dreams of youth Little footsteps once had scrambled From the darker shades of truth Skipping through the rushing waters Stepping barefoot over stones From a life of degradation To the dark of the unknown Only sounds of splashing footsteps Was their compass through the dark On a journey marked with terror On which brothers would embark It was fear of separation That could turn a black face pale But the thought of liberation Was the wind that drove the sail They were innocent in wisdom But they understood the stakes And they knew their mother ‘s spine Was made of bone that never brakes So they followed in her whisper Through the shadows of the night Into tunnels carved by Quakers Sympathetic to their plight They knew nothing of those tenets That had hollowed out a hole Only fear of retribution And the torture of soul Little ears were finely tuned To every peril in their flight Any falter in the rhythm Of the footsteps in the night Little footprints on a riverbed Small hearts that paced a stream Echo through the falling waters In a place we used to dream Elizabeth Santos 7/14/07 |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing Elizabeth...James |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Beautiful work!!! You've woven the serenity of the present with the perils that place once knew... and done so perfectly! |
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