A poem based off of a paragraph in an article that struck me:
"And Plymouth, Mr. Loewen noted, was already a village with clear fields and a spring when the Pilgrims found it. "A lovely place to settle," he said. "Why was it available? Because every single native person who had been living there was a corpse." Plagues had wiped them out."
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We Should Have Listened
A shining sun, warm and bright, lighting up the day
Playing hide and seek with us behind clean fluffy clouds
Our gaze falls lower
Beautiful birds soar overhead
Gliding on the warm, sweet summer breeze
Our heads tilt lower
Lucious laughing fields fill our vision
Dancing in the same breeze as the birds
Our feet move forward
A crystal clear river runs before us
Babbling as if it were trying to speak
Our shovels start to dig
Rich, moist soil filled with tiny creatures
Soft to the touch, a blank canvas to be manipulated
Our shovels dig deeper
A solid something hiding in the dirt
Hard in contrast to its surroundings
Our hands pull harder
A clean white skull
One of many hiding under our newfound oasis
Reminding us of disasters passed
Remnants of a ghost town
The shining sun wasn't playing, but hiding
The beautiful birds weren't gliding, but running
The luscious fields weren't laughing, but screaming
The babbling creek wasn't trying to speak, but warn us
The canvas that is the soil isn't blank, but tainted
The solid something wasn't hiding, but waiting to be found
The world was trying to warn us
We should have listened
YOU ARE READING
Random Writing Dump
PoetryI have a bunch of random poems, drabbles, short stories, ect that cant really stand completely on their own, so I'm going to compile them all here. Enjoy!
