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July 2019
 
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Barren Walls

by Teri Wachowiak


Wandering the barren walltops
Cold and grey, hard stone they lie
I see above me proud wings flying
Dragons soar, I hear their cries.

I watch the pattern of glittering combat
A world removed from earth’s fast hold
And weep for children so long remembered
Now dragon claimed both heart and soul.

My sun shines so brightly,
Through tear filled eyes I see,
My children flying freely
And on the winds you come
Home to me.

I walk the walls ‘neath fiery battle
And ache to watch it, in hope and fear.
Do they remember the love I gave them?
Do they remember each Mother’s tear?

Men call me privileged, give me honor,
In search they came to this my hold.
What men call privilege, men call honor
Are mother’s hearts left grim and cold.

My sun shines so brightly,
Through tear filled eyes I see,
My children flying freely
And on the winds you come
Home to me.

My arms are like these empty walltops
No life, save I on this cold stone
My heart now flies up in the skyways
Where my sons are forced to roam.

From barren walltops I watch the battle
See my children soar the sky
Watch my son’s meet Thread’s horror
And fight to live so Pern shan’t die.

My sun shines so brightly,
Through tear filled eyes I see,
My children flying freely
And on the winds you come
Home to me.

© 2003 Teri Wachowiak

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