Deep in the forest there is a pond, small, shaded by a pine so tall its shadow crosses her surface. The water is cold and dark and clear, let it preserve those who lie at the bottom invisible to us in perpetual dark. It is our heaven, this bottomless water that will keep us forever still; though hands might barely touch they'll never wander up an arm in caress or lift a drink; we'll lie with the swords and bones of our fathers on a bed of silt and pine needles. In our night we'll wait for those who walk the green and turning earth, our brothers, even the birds and deer, who always float down to us with alarmed and startled eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER THE MILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A PRAYER, LIVING AND DYING by AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY NO MORE DREAMING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |