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The Passing

By Weirdreamer

21 May 2006

this came to me in the middle of the night while sleeping, so had to get up and put in on paper.

THE PASSING

Who are we to question?

We knew our destiny.

This land cannot be fought for,

And won for either hand.

It is its own, this stony place,

And it no man may own.

The soil of this land is hard,

As hard as white man's heart.

The heat that in this place is,

Is the temper of that man.

But the land is fragile

And, as with us, declines.

But the land is beautiful,

And loved by many humans

For many hundred years.

From the time the world began

We knew our destiny.

The white man came and took the land,

Although it was not owned.

We are no threat, we cannot be,

We no longer have the power.

The white man's sickness is among us,

So soon we'll be no more.

We cannot tell the future now,

We cannot see the end,

But once 'twas said that when we go

This land will be no more.

We were here for the land,

The land was here for us.

So close the bond between the two,

Together both will go.

This land, it is so beautiful,

The cactus, thorn and stone.

It is our home and always will,

Although we're made to go.

Not many of our friends remain

To keep the spirits moving,

To tell our tales, and fight for us.

No! We will not die in vain!

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Written by Bottleblondesurfer (3169 comments posted) 22nd May 2006

Well it was worth getting up for. I enjoyed this and felt some sympathy for the sentiment I think there is an aboriginal saying with a similar theme
A man who claims he own the land is like a flea saying he owns the dog
I hope you had to do a lot of work on it and that it didn't just come to you as you have written it or I may have to kill you, that's just not fair
A really great piece
BBS

Hey, BBS, thanks, but ...
Written by Weirdreamer (17 comments posted) 22nd May 2006

... you're going to have to kill me! :eek

Apart from a few tweeks to make it scan a bit better it is as it came to me. This sort of thing only happens once, hence this it my only (serious) poem, at least the only one that will appear on this site.

I have to work hard at producing stuff and keep hoping the lightning will strike again.

As for fleas, they certainly hold you to ransom throughout the summer, even if they don't own the CAT.

I'm going to hide now! :grin

Written by Bottleblondesurfer (3169 comments posted) 22nd May 2006

Sorry if that sounded a little overly violent but I meant kill in a nice way, you see. I'm really very ladylike..
Actually your'e quite safe I have to get my partner to kill spiders.
BBS

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