Male Voice Choir
I lost the music deep inside
me, dormant since my father died
until I heard the miners sing
our homeland anthemís rousing tide
of harmonies. I burned with pride.
Through passing years its timbre wrings
emotions still - this ancestry
forefathers have bequeathed to me.
------- Author's Notes -------
This is a revision of an old poem
Comments on this poem/writing:
|barb (18.104.22.168) -- Friday, November 11 2011, 11:51 pm|
Sometimes Less is More, perfect for me to read and expressed your feelings really well great job Cap.
|Capricorn (22.214.171.124) -- Saturday, November 12 2011, 11:09 pm|
Thanks Barb - I like short poems, they can sometimes say just as much as longer poems.
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