• anguisparvus 5w

    The lofty pines still whisper of ancient honored times that flew by
    Their words sway soothing but secretly wander to ask us why
    The question which neither mind nor tongue may ever comprehend
    In my precious land where we graciously each other would defend


    Now, in later days as the seasons pass on
    Do I recall how heinous time sadly won
    I crossed cottages, houses, wagons, paths, roads, gardens and animals' sounds
    As I visited old cherished souls in the cemetary upon their calm burial mounds


    Where but a dreary grasshopper would chant its bitter farewell
    And scent of freshly mowed hay was consolation of summer's smell
    Hear I shed my tears and bottomless missing
    Awaiting my reconciliation when I death may be kissing
    ©anguisparvus