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Remembrance



Clouds were scattered in the sky
Like descendants of white smoke
Logs of aged wood,
Long weathered away,
Were scattered about the golden plain.

Gentle breezes blow like ancient winds
From a time long ago
Shadow’s of man’s enemy
(In some ways his friend)
Cross the tree covered cliffs, then disappear.

Shouts of young children playing
Hushed voices of women talking
Never understood
The beating of drums
Whistling of the flute
Trample of horses
This eerie past never shook away.

Waves crash, sweeping a w a y
Evidence of a people who died out long ago
Their names whispered in the wind
Mentioned by the wave
Mourned by the wolf.


The sun was just setting
A grand king upon his throne
The cries of gulls too afraid that their wings would melt
Only drowned by the ocean wave.

The gentle breeze was ever so relaxing
Smooth, pearly wood under fingertips
Calming fears, yet the fears contain
The inevitable truth.

Chufa
Tukloh…tuchina
Oshta
Tulhapi…hunali
One, two, three…
The minutes pass as the king settles over the horizon
The gulls still afraid
The still, aged wood of Atlas
The golden plain
Roars of the tide- nature forgets it all
And the white, smoky clouds wave as they go by.