anniversary poetry

and with the humming bird
i am the wind that wavers
all those treasures that lie
i have seen the proudest stars
she heard the children playing in the sun
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
there was a time in former years
through the broad earth's aching breast
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
the mountains they are silent folk
the body may confine
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
brief on a flying night
i despise my friends more than you