O'er the Mountains

When the rains ceased to stop

     And o’er my hands grew cold,

A book was placed on sodden ground

     By my sorry head and soaked. 

The words were meant to soothe me

     And a voice I was supposed to hear,

But I heard no voice and felt no peace

     But the ink draining into my ears-

To believe a coward knows not courage

     Defies my muddy cheek,

For I have never seen you 

     Biting the blade and sawing teeth;

But I am a cowardice 

     Who lies frozen at will, 

And o’er the mountains, they say,

     I will sleep well, sleep well.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Stirring, powerful write. Like I'm walking a trail in the hills of southeast Ohio.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

oh my goodness Hayley, you are definitely an old soul.........classic again..Bravo!

Oh this piece touched me. It made me emotional some how, and true things from out of a poetic soul can make me~ Very classic

[joshua deathdealer]

This is amazing. I agree with Lily Mae, very artistic. I like the construction and the wording..xx

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Fear is a natural trait in humans... and most of it is all in our minds... a very interesting perspective on the subject.

To believe a coward knows not courage
Defies my muddy cheek,
For I have never seen you
Biting the blade and sawing teeth;

very intriguing lines.

[Lily Mae]

I feel like this is not only poetry but a painting of a canvas for us all.. artistry at it's best..x

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the feel and the emotion of the poem. Gave life and history to the mountain. Great story in the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Art Sun]

the ending left an impact created from the beginning flow...nicely penned poetry,

[Chelsea]

This was beautiful:) I especially loved the olden feel of it and the message it seemed to carry. Nice work!