Poems from Helpmedudes
A red hawk soars over a verdant field,
Letting loose a heartbreaking scree,
Beneath- bloody weapons that foes did wield,
To the whims of...
The Old Man of the Forest stood once,
Withered, gnarled, and hunched over,
As Powhatans gathered 'round,
Hunting in the clover.
The Old...
Through his life in good and strife
A mask did he wear.
On face a grin, but not within
And smirk he did not dare.
On...