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Written for Stormy Lady's Show Me Your Poetry and Win Contest |
Using Forestsage's three words: rhythmic, harmonic and melodic THE SONG The music came from memory, a haunting, melodic tune that made me stop and think of you and the rhythmic words came soon. So deep the passion in my heart that I could see you standing there, A soldier proud in his uniform with bright eyes and golden hair. You spoke to me of all you'd miss when you were gone so far away - The eagles' flight in the mountains that you would watch for everyday. The pain of losing you so deep that even time does not erase the memories of your smile, or the tears upon my face. The harmonic sound of music in the air, as we laid you to rest as the eagles flew above us there as if to honor your request. You came back to the mountain where those eagles fly - You used to stand and watch as they circled in the sky. They have the joy of freedom for which so many have to die; The song became the melody of a final, last goodbye. Countrymom 12/26/04 |