Poem -
SOLDIERS
in this garden, we stood
our footprints flat and hard
on the yellow grass
do you remember?
now that grass is dead, as you
are dead and I...
am dead
and a lone life chirps out
a merry song
atop that shed with its roof
long gone
as it wonders why it's old wood
soldiers on
M P 4/10/22
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It is brutal, life, isn't it? I am on our local history page where people post amazing pictures of a bygone age. Horse and carts ladies with hats and long dresses whose lives were as every bit vital then as mine is now ... but the wheel of time rolls on and they are all long forgotten. The nla kind still sings but it is a different blackbird of course.
This poem of yours brings do much tobthe mind. Awesome penning, my friend, awesome xx
Tina...it is lush to see you on here....this is just a quick hello...I'm snowed under ...from -0 to 1000 in a month lol...Will explain...Will PM you....hope all OK with you....thanks love xx
Awww...bless you! Look forward to hearing from you but no rush look after yourself Xx
Hi Marion, what a great write. Life keeps moving, even when we are long gone. Makes you question what purpose does our little lives have in the grand scheme of things. How many lives have played out before us and been forgotten. Sad really…thanks for sharing your work and your wonderful mind x