This is my first poem, so please tell me what you think!


The whippoorwill cries to the listening ear

In a land where a diamond will turn to a tear,

In a place where soul's music is heard day and night,

In a world where the snow never falls clean and white,

Where flowers grown quietly 'neath all the weeds,

Where no one quite knows where the narrow path leads,

Where babes will me men long before they 'come boys,

Where Sunday morn passes with scarcely a noise

And the whippoorwill cries in the evening.

Please read and review! Criticism welcome!