Open Poetry #26 |
Of Maiden Fair... |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Lays low the night in silent falling, On verdant prairie as comes a calling, From tranquil pool of burnished glass, Amid a sea of blue-stemmed grass, A song. A simple song of untold story, Haunting in its pristine glory. So many moons ago fair maiden, Came to the pool with vessels laden, Seeking water's cooling power, To quench the thirst of fragile flower And her people of the village, When came the cries, came death and pillage. No where to run, no where to hide, Young Indian maiden in terror cried, Then towards the maiden, comanche warriors, Ran towards their quarry, ran painted warriors, As to pool's depths dove maiden fair, The last sight seen black flowing hair. They say out west of Hutchinson, Ten miles or so, when day is done, If one will walk the Kansas plain, There can be heard a sad refrain, From a hidden pool of burnished glass, Amid a sea of blue-stemmed grass. A melody in haunting glory, As from cool waters sings forth her story. [This message has been edited by Tim (04-28-2003 11:56 PM).] |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Tim...Yes, haunting and so beautifully told, with a quality of some ancient poem and your wonderful heart. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Yes...these are the songs of the Kansa... What a wonderful gift to awaken to... thank you, Sir. |
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poetSeaMaiden Member
since 2003-04-25
Posts 107 |
Oh Tim, I just got back from my morning walk, and this was such a beautiful read to start my day! Such a haunting yet beautiful tale. I love the style in which you told it. Now, get busy and have me another written for tomorrow morning, ok? 10 stars!!! ~ Poets cry with words, not always tears, you see. ~ PoetSeaMaiden |
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