The Crying Colossus

a poem

As waves smash int me base

An’ the hails thrash me verdant surface

I can’t help but ponder ‘bout the souls from all yonder

I’d graced with me voiceless message

 

 

Of hope an’ of welcome

And freedom and helpin’.

It seems like a long time that the folks in this here land mine

Have thought to remember they’d gained me.