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The Ravens Cry

Kenneth, born and raised in the South, resides in Hamilton, Alabama. He enjoys sharing his unique perspectives on life through his writing.

the-ravens-cry

Words fade, born twice and live spans slowly,

Mankind, an orphan of the universe, sits unholy.

Ravens cry a ceasing cry, looking mute to sunshine,

They fly freely, singing soft notes to simply confine.


Sun bears hard downward on the big Mississippi town,

Ravens sit in shade patiently plotting a meal so needed.

Poor farmer, poor sharecropper, beg ravens to just look down,

Only a truck patch, one plow, one woman, a life done seeded.


A proud conspiracy, says the travelin’ preacher

Sad souls in sand with no feet, a strange teacher.

Walk proudly, ravens black, stay from the sack

Land softly, ravens quite and find your sad life back.

© 2020 Kenneth Avery

Comments

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on April 11, 2020:

A wonderful poem. I have always been fascinated by ravens. I hope this Easter time finds you and your family safe and happy.

Donna Rayne from Sparks, Nevada on April 10, 2020:

Kenneth what a beautiful poem in which I loved it very much. You are an excellent poet!

Blessings,

Donna Rayne