Tuesday, July 2, 2013

A song... (poem)

Upon a hill I heard a song;
a gypsy tune played with strings.
A flame sparks from campfire,
a small man sits, a small man sings.

Notes chime in, a flute is played.
A woman stands, a woman sways.

Softly, raindrops fall...
silently, on pine trees tall.

A nearby lake, deep and dark,
ripples with the melody.
Lightning flashes, thunder barks,
The music shifts with scenery.

A violin plays, slow and long,
Through the rain's swiftly building throng
The memory clear, reflecting lifelong
when, upon a hill...I heard a song.


-a poem by J