Colin F. Jones
BLACK FEATHERED DOVE
Awarded: April 10, 2009We leave the unfinished with reluctance;
With reluctance we leave ourselves behind,
We fought there and died there and lived there,
In the sand hills; on the stone plains unkind.
What is that we leave without?
What part of us have we lost?
What was it all about…?
For which we paid such a high cost.
‘Tis part of ourselves that we farewell,
That small part that knew how to love.
Each now lives in his quiet hell…
Flying away a black feathered Dove.
©Copyright May 2, 2009 by Colin F. Jones
Submitted for the May 2009 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “Leaving Things Behind”