Hope, Of Mine, For Us

Hope, Of Mine, For Us

A Poem by glow

Standing alone on a hill
My wits became too much still
A voice in me said that
Let’s fly in this pure air flat
Then also I knew it that
Never could I fly so flat
So much serene was the place
That I had forgot to get my paper case
The place where I lived
Had no one whom I could believe
Shoutings, yellings and horns and all
Had made my ear bear ‘em after all
Still I had hope that one day
This place wouldn’t be like it is today
Greener healthier it will be then
The birds will coo and coo again
And clear water from heavens will rain
Men will be politer than ever
Such that noise will be here for never
Thinking so I went back home
Where my ears had to roam
To find a quiet and quieter place
Where stillness may have me in embrace
With hope against hope I say
To all my friends happy and gay
Plant a tree and I know
Earth will be a better place when we grow

© 2016 glow


Author's Note

glow
Ignore grammar problems

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Added on January 18, 2016
Last Updated on January 18, 2016