Standing in the land of the great Apaches
Midst blooming wild poppies
and the mammoth elephant grasses,
thinking of the dream that once Martin Luther had.
May be the days of chivalric Camelot are over,
as I heaved reclining on the grand arm chair;
vicious winds from the North gushed
echoing footsteps of a massive feet
opening a narrow pass for the
grim shadow of Lincoln to flicker by,
leaving behind trails of the Fallen Soldiers
on the path once trodden by the
fierce Indian Tribes.
27 thoughts on “The Great Land”
This is brilliant work.😊
Thanks a lot Sunil, how very kind of you 🙂
You are welcome Tanya.😊
Wow. Simply magical. How do you think so exotic
Thanks a lot Shantanu, I’m a very dreamy person, may be that’s why such poems:)
Thanks Shantanu 🙂
My absolute pleasure
Geronimo’s spirit will never die.
Like the great warriors of old, it will live on.
Like the wind, it still blows through the Great Land.
I totally agree, 🙂 like wind it still blows through the great land, how beautifully you summed it all. Thanks a lot for stopping by, truly appreciate it! 🙂
Reflective. I often think of the Native Americans who roamed the land before us. This is their land too. May we never forget them. Thanks Tanya. 🙂
This land absorbs and assimilates… thats it’s greatness. The land embraces anyone who dwells here, that’s the beauty! Yes you are right Native Americans belong equally. Thank you so much Ron for stopping by, truly appreciate it! 🙏
Gladly Tanya. I agree with you. 🙂
I am glad you do 🙂
I’m glad that you’re glad that I agree. 🙂
I’m glad that you know that I am glad that we both gladly agree 🤪
This was awesome writing. A wonderful tribute, beautifully written with a haunting touch
Thanks a lot dear, I am so glad you liked it. I am truly humbled by your kind words 🙂
Loved it, always something unique❤️
This is wonderful, Tanya! <3
Thanks Winnie truly appreciate it!
You’re welcome, Tanya!