Albert Martin

Freshman - 739 Points [Albert_BCN]

Albert Martin Poems

1. The Undertaker 8/27/2013
2. Does This Road End Up In The South? 8/27/2013
3. Odyssey 5/11/2013
4. The Teacher, The Big Bird & Time 9/23/2013
5. Evening In Fort Worth, July The 5th 1976 2/8/2014
6. Trapped 3/28/2014
7. Inconvenient Ability To Fly 4/30/2014
8. Fire In The Air 5/8/2013
9. Shotting Stars 5/10/2013
10. Deadly Road 5/10/2013
11. Mysterious Walking And Dancing Lady 6/5/2014
12. One Morning 3/20/2015
13. The Gates To Another Place 3/23/2015
14. Little Bird. Let's Give It Freedom. 4/1/2015
15. News About Home 4/1/2015
16. Rural Scene Of Love 4/16/2015
17. Old Yamato 4/29/2015
18. Orinoco's Midnight 5/4/2015
19. Sinners Once Now The Penitents 5/6/2015
20. A Journey 5/18/2015
21. Believer's Soliloquy 5/18/2015
22. The Pearl Is Now 6/2/2015
23. The Cloud Over The Mountain 6/2/2015
24. In Cheyenne Territory 6/10/2015
25. The Prominent Pupil 7/6/2015
26. Our Warrior 7/6/2015
27. Precious Love 7/6/2015
28. Bloodthirsty 7/11/2015
29. Stop Suffering -new- 7/29/2015
30. Poor Children -new- 7/29/2015
31. Death In Bed -new- 7/29/2015
32. The Runaways -new- 7/29/2015
33. All Those Ancient Trees Sorrounded Home 7/23/2014
34. Rural Hiding Raper 7/26/2014
35. Demons On My Path 8/22/2014
36. Redeemer's Condition 8/25/2014
37. Together Life 9/21/2014
38. I Got 5/18/2013
39. Lost 8/23/2013
40. Song Of Mom 12/15/2014
Best Poem of Albert Martin

Woods Prayer

Bering, Russian side
I still think I can reach it
Hunters there
Stalking a wolf
And bound to kill it beating it

I will send my prayer
And I'll get sure it gets there
My strength's not what it was
But my words
They'll be sounding everywhere
You'll be able to catch them in the air
And then you'll be safe
From the harmful rattlesnake
And the embrace of the bear

The forest knows you the same as you know it
So not surprising your familiarity with its beasts
These fearful canids whose mouths you feed
How you rock in your lap the lonely dying...

Read the full of Woods Prayer

Night Train

I made the woods my home
When I first came here
There was no town
That I hadn't roamed

There was an ancient man whom they
Used to call Ramblin' Bob
He used to have a farm
Where I started my first job

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