Post by Taika of Narfell on Jan 6, 2007 5:39:01 GMT 1
On yonder plains black flocks will gather 'round
to congregate and mingle in their dance,
to form artistic shapes without a sound
and capture folks like us in deepest trance.
Bright images take form before our eyes,
they change and shift to show us joy and mirth,
t'impart the hurt of treachery and lies,
the pain of death, the miracle of birth.
The plains provide a place for them to grow,
to speak and give expression to their kind,
t'indulge themselves and through their efforts show
a thought or message to an open mind.
As flocks of letters gather on a sheet
the minds of poets and of readers meet.
to congregate and mingle in their dance,
to form artistic shapes without a sound
and capture folks like us in deepest trance.
Bright images take form before our eyes,
they change and shift to show us joy and mirth,
t'impart the hurt of treachery and lies,
the pain of death, the miracle of birth.
The plains provide a place for them to grow,
to speak and give expression to their kind,
t'indulge themselves and through their efforts show
a thought or message to an open mind.
As flocks of letters gather on a sheet
the minds of poets and of readers meet.