A Visit to Bricker’s Yard

brickers yard


An earthen song
of whispered winds
moaning in the night.

Her sweet soft lips
soon to part
when souls begin their flight.

Come thee child
to the edge of ever
and find our death’s delight.

For all the worlds while
in this never-never
could fill your world with fright.

Find our gate,
ajar past eight,
and enter our wind song silence.

Hear the song
and sing along,
You need only to cross the fence.

With moon o’er shadow
and wolf’s far aloft bay
Follow the night crow
To find eternity’s stay.

And the blowing wind will say
“Welcome to our lovely grave.”

© 2013 John Allen Richter



About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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