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Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre

POEM: Killing Fields

Posted on July 22, 2020 by B Gourley

In the last days that stony ground gave life,
those great, green gifts were gained by thrust of knife.
As the blood puddle spread, so went the green —
trumped by colors inanimate and mean.
And when they prayed for cooler days and nights,
they were answered with blazing fires and lights.

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Nick Pipitone on July 22, 2020 at 9:59 pm said:

Good stuff! I love that you use rhyming in your poems. I am always reluctant to do so, but I feel that you pull it off very nicely.

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Nancy Nelson on July 23, 2020 at 12:41 pm said:

amazing work

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- B Gourley on July 23, 2020 at 2:52 pm said:
  
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