Poem -
The white raven
I had a dream I was
Walking along a river
It was late as the moon
Was full The stars were
Bright I could hear drums
Playing far off distance
Just than a white bird
Flies by and lands on
The ground I can see
His eyes were blue
My eyes were glue
To him I never seen
Anything like it
Then it’s Flies into
The woods as I stood
And watched it i followed
It into the woods
Where I came upon
Indians by a fire
I said did you see the
White bird they said yes
It is the white raven
They said it is a symbol
From God it means
Healing of one’s soul
And so a revelation
From the Gods will
Begin as I ran out
Of the woods so
Did the White raven
As he flies into the night
By the light of the moon.
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Very much enjoyed Greg .. I have a thing about ravens myself .. a white one would be amazing to see .. I can understand and appreciate much of the symbolism you have incorporated into this your most recent poem .. and am so glad you have well n truly rediscovered your muse again sir ..
With kind regards, and much respect,
Your literary Friend,
Neville :)
Thank you Neville
White raven is very rare
I was watching a show on
and the Indians were talking about the white raven so I looked it up and went to YouTube and looked it up my goodness that ugly
I doubt that you and I will ever seen one in life but if you do may not recognize it
This is lovely, Greg! Wow I'd love to see a white raven! x
Thank you Tina I would like to see one too
Not sure that we will very rare bird but you can go on YouTube and look up a white raven and it will have videos on them
I was watching outlander any Indians were talking about the white raven so I looked it up and it was true
Yes, you are right! It's called leucism. It's a genetic mutation. Sometimes they are black with white patches too apparently. A white raven, though, that's super cool x