It's been too long. But I'm back.
John MacRae
Row by row,
peace by peace,
Poppies grow in fields
where men had died before.
Now snakes wriggle through short grass.
Don't tell the men below
of what occurs above.
Don't tell the world above.
Let peace find itself.
[Copyight 1999]
A collection of words that might mean something to someone, might bring tears to a few, might open a few eyes, might cause heads to shake, but I see them as poetry. And I'm the one who matters most.
Friday, November 11, 2011
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