Melanie
Melanie
Melanie the maiden fair
With buckskin dress
And jet black hair
Loved the prairie
And the mountain air
She danced the round dance
And rose with the sun
Her brothers were warriors
As were their sons
Her sisters were proud
Of beauty and grace
Their conviction was sound
They were of the Kiowa race
She writes her own story
With words she paints
Of warriors and glory
And mothers and saints
Melanie is American pure
The daughter of Kiowa
Proud and sure
©6/19/07Terry Sutherland
Sans Peur
Terry
(Terry Sutherland is a Vietnam Veteran, poet/writer and dedicated this poem to me. I am highly honored in receiving this and I thank you Terry! He has work published in the IWVPA and Tranquility-based Poetry sites)
Love
Love
Her hair was dark as midnight
Her eyes were so dark you could almost see into her soul
Her love was boundless
But he could not see what was before his eyes
As they were filled with deceit
She tried to live in his world,
Tried to be patient
Gave him every chance to return her love for him
But he was blind and could not see
Past the excuses he made
To her day by day
Time for the dark haired beauty to move on
Time for her to find one who will love her in re turn
Time for her to allow her heart to heal
For somewhere out there is
A heart that will beat to the tune of hers
A heart that will be true to her
A heart that will not shut it's self to the love she offers.
Tina Rice © 2007
Author's note: Tina is a Vietnam Veteran, writer, poet, and dear friend. She wrote and dedicated this poem for melanie in light of her current life. A very understanding person, I thank you Tina!!!