A Woodlawn Grave

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    A Woodlawn Grave

    A Woodlawn Grave

    Taronis--03

     

    Deep green in summer’s mist

    Solitary granite, raindrop kissed

    Soon to be touched in amber twist

    Under that tree lie the missed

     

    Lonely among piers of stone

    Standing, golden, cold, alone

    Quiet wood, safe from the drone

    Lonely and green and sodden

     

    Summer’s breeze by this place

    Reality we fear to face

    On row on row in this space

    Granite markers to we all race

     

    Quiet slumber a long rich nap

    Damp and brown this life’s cap

    Walking close to Death’s grip

    I recoil as the trees drip

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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