The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior


The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior

Saturday, December 24, 2011

The River Crossing

In the cold the wind is waiting
Laughing in its giant breath
Moving now and finding me
Hidden here amongst reeds

There is no stopping its invasion
Blindly it inspects my frame
Moving now to find the others
More wind comes to see again

We will wait here, cold and scared
Soon the river we'll be crossing
They are there across the water
Warmed by fire and rum

They fight for the Kings gold
We fight for hearts of gold
One Nation Under God
God of the very wind

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