Muskets

Mountains and Rivers 091

I understand loving, some of history,

how we learned and grew,

freedom,

but down the hallways of time,

Africans are still crying for their children,

their freedom, wrapped in chains,

and the first people are still weeping,

losing everything.

I cannot, I will not,

celebrate their death,

and there are no muskets in heaven.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

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Sailing in My Heart

Maine and More 335

If I had a lot of money,

I would take you away,

sailing into the blue,

through the islands,

my arms holding you,

on the deck, loving the foam, the waves,

laughing at the healed wounds,

embracing the sunsets.

Burying moments in our hearts,

holding hands, breakfast at sunrise,

throwing worry overboard,

forever free, with the wind.

For now though,

we do have the mountains,

treasuring moments like quilts,

holding each other,

next to the garden, a rose,

sitting on the front porch,

holding hands, drinking iced tea.

Can I take your picture again?

I want to remember this,

your face,

and the joy.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Mountains

River 1

Let’s go back to the mountains,

even if it’s for a short time,

I need to have my mind and soul restored,

we can hold hands,

and have the sun warm our faces,

maybe we could sprout some wings,

and go far, far beyond,

the problems of this world.

But hold on to me,

once I’m soaring again,

I may not want to come back down,

you and I

wing to wing,

flying.

 Osprey Portrait

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree