The gray ghosts of men
Stand tall
Throughout history
Inscribed in these clouds
Ride their chariots, ride
Through the crosswinds
Then, mark each
River with their golden wings
Poetry
One Comment on “The Gray Ghost of Men”
Sometimes when you visit historical landmarks, it’s almost as if ghosts of men are watching you in the present. This poem felt like I was walking through a Civil war cemetery experiencing ghostly voices and clinks of swords clashing.
Sometimes when you visit historical landmarks, it’s almost as if ghosts of men are watching you in the present. This poem felt like I was walking through a Civil war cemetery experiencing ghostly voices and clinks of swords clashing.