November Lamentation
 In Memory of Devin Torralba
 
 The new morn is quite gray
 A chill settles in my bones
 Sorrow speaks with dismay
 Reasons become unknowns
 
 A life taken away by self-will
 Was a Warrior in a war’s battle
 Witnessed the enemy’s kill
 All his buddies’ bodies lay in addle
 
 O’ misted November day
 Thou art weeping from the sky
 Enshroud thine tears that stay
 For afflicted hearts shall cry
 
 Autumn in its solemn glory
 Trees shed their leaves for now
 Vibrant colors begin to fly
 Off the emptied branches’ bough
 
 A yellow leaf stood alone
 And peeked through the darkness
 Its peaceful greeting outshone
 Through the lamenting bleakness
 
 © Copyright 23 November 2009
 MahTame
 
 
 Hey-Gyah Ahm-Boy-Taw
 ~~until we meet again or
 until I see you again~~
 
 Kiowa Nation

 

 

Index Back Next

 

 

 

 

 

Home