Down The Holler: Blue Tuesday
Tina Trivett writes of the shock of losing a ringleader.
The elder died
the people cried
ringleader of the poets tribe
Collective gasp
he'd lost his grasp
his words belong now to the past
If we had known
the seeds were sown
that he was only ours on loan
Just one more day
more time to play
before he had to go away
