Brother,
I felt your hand
on my shoulder
last night
as we looked
over the land
grown up with weeds
briers and trees.
We stood
side by side,
knowing the fight
that lay before us,
to find Daddy’s treasures
before the fire consumed them
and bring them safely home.
As we rambled over hills
and raced through valleys
my foot got stuck in hole; I fell.
Flames licked at me,
would have engulfed me
if you had not turned back
and stretched out your hand.
You pulled me up
even though I smelled of smoke
again we ran, our bags heavy
and filled with treasures,
home was just beyond
the mist.
Nochipa
a work that touches the heart and memory without giving in to sentimentality
when things occur in the invisible there is always a ting that lets a person feel its reality
and this is different from mere imagination of such things
jack
Jack,
Thank you for your wonderful comments and for visiting here. I do so appreciate that.
Nochipa
i felt as though i was running too, to escape th fire so close….very good poem
Dear Conneta,
Thank you.