For my spring concert, our final piece was "...and the antelope play" by John Carnahan
I love this piece from the beginning. I was looking through the youtubes, and I found a great recording of it. The recording inspired me to write a poem.
...and the antelope play
Wind harvests us.
Quiet spirits travel.
The purest spirits of freedom.
Unraveling your true character.
...morning light
Pinks and oranges,
creep upon us.
Fatigue fades away.
New day, new beauty.
..behold the valley
In all it's grain,
Not a fault in sight.
Sun tickles the nose.
Warming me into a state of bliss.
Running, running free.
I've never been happier.
...and the antelope play
All in good fun.
Hitting, running, playing.
Mischief, pranks.
Laughing in our youth.
Friends, my friends. Free--
...the plight of the valley
Unfamiliar sights... Noises.
Ruin-- Our ruin!
Quick lights, faster pitter-patter.
Running for our lives.
Chasing. They're closer.... closer. close.
...the spirit remains
Sadness throughout the valley.
No purity.
Ghosts of past, run through.
Memories.
Memories of running through the fields.
Memories of playing, laughing.
Memories of everything that is beautiful.
It will always remain beautiful.
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