Pilgrims From The East
by Edilson Afonso Ferreira
Sometime, somewhere in the East Lands,
there was a spot relieved by four rivers,
right place to settle shadowed a garden.
A traveling Potentate loved the scenery,
took possession of it, there building
magnificent a manor house.
Having not a hermit’s heart and His will
for creation unsatisfied,
and applying unsuspected powers,
He created, to Him and His peers’ likeness,
the beginning of a new nation, what he named
Love and the desire to create, the bequest
we were awarded from our Lord
has leading us to populate and stretch out
the once Garden of Eden.
Note: Written in response to Red Wolf Poems, Prompt 158.
Mr. Ferreira is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese. Recent works have appeared in Red Wolf Journal, Right Hand Pointing, Whispers, Indiana Voice Journal, The Lake, Young Ravens, Synesthesia, Every Day Poems, Dead Snakes, The Literary Nest, Mocking Heart Review, among others. He lives in a small town with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and, unhurried, is collecting his works for a forthcoming book. See some of his poems at http://www.edilsonmeloferreira.wordpress.com.