Poetry

Poem: Backside of Nowhere

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On the backside – of nowhere,

Is a cabin – goes the lore.

And a soldier soon forgotten,

Tired & weary from the war.

 

They say no mans an island,

The tempest soon will end.

The earth will moan till morning,

For her lover & her friend.

 

On the backside of nowhere,

Is a palm tree – goes the lore,

And a sailor – broken anchor,

And a ship that’s run a-shore.

 

They say it takes a village,

It’s not a one man show,

But on the captains manifest,

No crew is there to row.

 

On the back side – of nowhere,

Is a branch – goes the lore.

A grayling dove with broken wing,

A wound she can’t ignore.

 

They say no mans an island,

The tempest soon will end.

The earth will moan till morning,

For her lover & her friend.

Poem by:  Christina Dawson