The Lark No Longer Sings
Birds, poets, speakers, all have sounds to hear today.
Just a beautiful song from a bird
One of many which greet me each day
I know it was one I must have heard,
For I miss it now it‘s gone away.
Oh, how like so many fine voices,
Whose voices and craft once on display,
Are missed now when we’ve lost those choices,
For new words they cannot sing their way.
Their old songs, yes they still can linger.
Recordings, soundtracks, all matter much.
But like the lark no more a singer,
Today’s new songs their voices won't touch.
Great poets silenced by death’s last roar,
Great speakers too, who shared such wisdom,
Now silent, still, and forever more,
Their missing, lilting tones their kingdom,
Sound against another, distant shore.
© 2012 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
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