O'er the MountainsA Poem by Hayley
When the rains ceased to stop
And o’er my hands grew cold,
A book was placed on sodden ground
By my sorry head and soaked.
The words were meant to soothe me
And a voice I was supposed to hear,
But I heard no voice and felt no peace
But the ink draining into my ears-
To believe a coward knows not courage
Defies my muddy cheek,
For I have never seen you
Biting the blade and sawing teeth;
But I am a cowardice
Who lies frozen at will,
And o’er the mountains, they say,
I will sleep well, sleep well.
© 2011 Hayley
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Last Updated on November 29, 2011
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