Poem Hunter
Flood Of Tears
PC (11/26/58 / New Haven CT)

Flood Of Tears

Poem By Paul Cutting

Each word I felt was spirit fulled my eyes with tears
Each visual created in my mind followed everywhere
through the valley up the hills up to the mountain peek
I felt the love the hater the peacemaker and the meek
I cried with the sky as it fell throughout the land
I cried for all my brothers both beast and Native man
I cried for I could not help the reader never can
I died beside the flooded plains and then was borne again
I've lived through this with Spotted Bear safely in my chair
transfixed on every word I read the rains fell down like tears
feel the honor that I felt to hear this honed Man
God Bless My Native brothers and Bless there Native Land

User Rating: 4,6 / 5 ( 4 votes ) 2

Other poems of CUTTING (54)

Comments (2)

fine poem. u cried for everyone also for the downtrodden people of war torn of Afghanistan & Iraq.........
Beatiful words Paul...loved reading this....