A Poem by Walt Page: The Tennessee Poet
I went to the mountain
And listened to the sun crying
For I am a warrior
The last of my kind
A searcher of truth
A carrier of hope
I am a poet
An artist with words
I carry the sword of kings
I am the spirit of the wild
Rivers flow in me
A fire burns in me
I am an ancient forest
Teeming with life
I am the keeper of the wolf
Howling at the moon
I am the last butterfly
Riding on the waves
Of the north winds
I open a doorway to silence
I slay sadness and sorrow
With my sword and my words
I went to the mountain
Where I dried the tears of the sun
About the Poet
Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet, is a romantic old rock drummer, musician, USAF veteran and an open heart surgery survivor. He has been published on Vita Brevis, Visual Verse and Slasher Monster Magazine. Walt lives in the Tennessee country with his wife Susan, 2 horses and 10 rescue dogs.
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Lovely–I particularly like the last three lines.
Thank you Merril 🙂
🙂
Beautiful. I love the interplay between the first two lines and the last line.
Agreed.
Thank you!
Thank you Cynthia
The last TWO lines, I meant to say.
I knew what you meant 🙂
Still agree. 😉
This is Gorgeous, Walt!
Thank you so much Susan! 😊
OMG!! This is one of Walt’s very best poems!! Thanks so much for bringing this to us!!! Bravo, Walt, Bravo!!!! This needs to go on the “Best Of Walt” list!!!
I love this one, too! Vita Brevis is in need of a Best of Walt list!
Walt- Indeed you are. A beautiful write, my friend.
Thank you so much Linda. 😊
I think
“I am the last butterfly”
is my new favorite line of poetry now. Beautifully done, Walt. That first line is devastating too, in the best possible way.
Thank you so.much Katy.Your comment means a great deal to me. 😊
Go shout it on the mountain!
Poetry Randomized brought me back to this one–and it’s still my favorite of yours, Walt