If I Know A Song
*Author's note: I was ready to leave this site because of the lack of a moderator in the discussions, but after reading some poems from some old (just people I've been reading for a few years) and familiar names, being impressed by their talent, I have decided to come back, drop all the discussion groups and humbly post my poem.
If I know a song of Panama,
of the great Panama monsoons
and the deep green jungles,
of the sunsets low on the horizon,
of the workers harvesting in the steep mountainsides
and the faces of the Indian coffee pickers, does Panama know a song of me?
Will the breeze over our hill ever quiver
like I have over its sunsets,
will the children invent a poem with my name in it,
will the full moon throw a shadow over the house that was mine and like me,
left its print upon that hill
will the sand remember my footprints,
or the ocean ever think of how often it caressed my skin,
will the parrots of Punta Duarte look out for me as the fly over our house every evening?
By Bernadette
© 2012 Bernadette
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