I AM THE BLADES OF SUMMER GRASS

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    I AM THE BLADES OF SUMMER GRASS

     

    Beneath this green expanse

    the fallen, once tall with promise,

    now sleep in death’s repose.

    Their dreams no longer frighten them.

    No bombs nor shrapnel fly

    to wound their flesh and crush the hope

    this war they will survive.



    I am the blades of summer grass,

    the comforter to warm

    their peaceful sleep. Under this ground

    made sacred by their sacrifice,

    these soldiers sleep, their heads

    beneath the stone marker

    inscribed with dates of birth and death.



    Eyes that had seen too much,

    windows of a soul gone home at last,

    sealed shut tight forever.

    Heroes everyone, they rest now.

    I cover them with summer green.

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    SavVySam commented on I AM THE BLADES OF SUMMER GRASS

    07-27-2009

    Absolutely wonderful! I loved this for it's straight forward simplicity, done with a graceful beauty. Nice read. Thanks for sharing.
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    sambpoet

    07/27/2009

    Sam, I thank you for your comment. I try in my poetry to keep it simple. Sometimes it works!

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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