The birds singing tell a story
Of a time when the sky was dark
With smoke and thunder.
The wind blowing tells a story
Of a time when the cries of women and children
Were louder than itself.
The river rushing tells a story
Of a time when blood mingled
With it's churning waters.
The trees standing tall tell a story
Of a time when the animals and man
Were at peace with each other.
They are all keepers of history.
They are all keepers of legend.
They are all my brothers and sisters.
A contest entry
- . by Peace and Quiet.
445 points, ended May 1, 2007, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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This is a very heartfelt and straight forward write.
Some truth was spoken.
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Thank you for entering. Very strong write,I'll comment more fully during judging.
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