A Poem ... My Land

My Land

Ancient Sages shuffle in

Preaching of heaven

Hinting of sin

Terrified youth lend bended ear

Frightened by tales

No one should hear

Penance paid by miserable life

Misery and agony

Filled with strife

Lines painted on every face

Patterns emerge

From every disgrace

A beaten people, stand alone

When evil men

Capture the throne

A Poem ... The Children Play

The Children Play

Years ago, far away
In a land of gold
The children play

Songs of summer, games in snow
Love and laughter
Why did he go?

Sunrises, sunsets, all the same
Wandering restless
Tranquility his shame

Bidding goodbye, to all he knew
Dancing away 
To that distant blue

Burdens, hardships, mile after mile
Forging a man
Who forgot how to smile

Building a kingdom, never to sleep
Wealth upon wealth
All his to keep

Sitting alone, day after day
Dreaming of the past
Where the children play.