This cold, cold earth
last resting place
I heard your voice
you kissed my face
then all was gone
without a trace
in cold, cold earth
This hard, hard ground
no need for sight
for those who lie
in this dark night
not to see again
the sun, the light
in hard, hard ground
Yet comes this sound
there is a sigh
like wind in trees
or the faintest cry
of a flock of birds
in a cloudless sky
yet comes this sound
Away I fly
2016 © Lesly Frances Finn
Thank you for your comment, Mark. I do try hard with rhyming and rhythm …doesn’t always work though!
Hi Lesly,
well-constructed. I like that you’re consistent with the rhyme scheme throughout.
I did answer this, John but it seems to have disappeared into the ether! Thank you.
Thank you for that, John. I was very pleased with it but have not had much feedback on it so your positive comment is so very welcome.
Be proud of this.