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Never before did cold grass sway
their icy necks indifferent
to the passing of seasons
grim and mongering tale
too short to be told more than once
on a long unsteady night.
The dieing drums of war
that bleed in all beckoning days
spear the bird's bellowing eye
high above the barren froth
of grass in crystal silence
beckoning no more.
Families and trees all gone
like fathers long before we
that wait our turn to fill the gap
of gifted passers by
can see the sun of all days
drink the sea to salt.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-01-07 at 00:07
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Never before
Never before did cold grass sway
their icy necks indifferent
to the passing of seasons
grim and mongering tale
too short to be told more than once
on a long unsteady night.
The dieing drums of war
that bleed in all beckoning days
spear the bird's bellowing eye
high above the barren froth
of grass in crystal silence
beckoning no more.
Families and trees all gone
like fathers long before we
that wait our turn to fill the gap
of gifted passers by
can see the sun of all days
drink the sea to salt.
Poetry by Bob
Read 656 times
Written on 2007-01-07 at 00:07
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