With the turning of the years
This is a poem that I wrote for a school project... thought I should share it with the world. Please comment, and if you have a better title idea, I'm open to suggestions.
With the turning of the years
Men and women seek their fears
Lightning scarce, will weed them out,
Those who always tend to doubt-
When the blackbird strikes the land.
Flying creatures, big and small,
Darkness! Darkness! hear the call.
Striking feelings come to soul
As the boulder starts to roll-
When the blackbird strikes the land.
Pathways rumble from the pain,
Puddles shrink away from rain,
Legs and hands and eyes and feet
All are found where creatures meet-
When the blackbird strikes the land.
Hands on deck, go down together,
Go down strong, go down forever.
Never give the blackbird joy
Stay firm, strong, fast, stoic and coy-
When the blackbird strikes the land.
Some will come and some will die
Taunting with a battle cry
Standing strongfast, fear without
Never heed oblivion's shout-
When the blackbird strikes the land.
Tried and true, what you must be
Standing taller than a tree
Bravery, it holds the key
To eternal victory-
When the blackbird strikes the land.