Memories of Men

[andave_ya]

I laugh as I hear
The ripple of the river.
It is my constant.

I hear it in the
hsh of the pages of books;
Memories of men.

I hear it in the
Cry of the wind from the West
Memories of men.

I hear it in the
Mutter of baby talking
Memories of men.

I hear it in the
Soar of a voice, full of heart.
Dreams of men, this time.

[kiz_paws]

What a beautiful delicate poem, Andya. :)
Your opening stanza totally drew me into the poem -- that is my favorite part of the poem. Bravo! :)

[Mr.K]

yea, great poem - it got to me.