With The Wind

With the wind softly rolling,
a silver ship on the shore.
Lines of people waiting,
hoping for something more.

Dreams of sailors sleeping.
Pillows under their heads.
A bottle clear as grass,
footsteps to what they said.

Lowly animals worship in
their temples all of gold.
Silky soldiers are weeping
for their lovers growing old.

With the wind swiftly blowing.
A gentle breeze in the sky.
A woman cries by the roadside,
footsteps to where they died

Reviews

[Rei]

This poem paints a wonderful picture, in my mind, of the hardships of war. I like the flow of the poem.

[Tate Morgan]

I can hear the ocean and feel the sea air

[Coyote Poetry]

The ocean allow us to cry and tell our secrets to the wind that keep the secrets forever. I like the many tales in this poem. Thank you for a amazing poem.
Coyote

[Larry Dyson]

very well written .I love the word choices of description except I IMHO would have said "a greying wooden ship on the shore" instead of silver ..was there a hidden meaning I missed in the silver ship?