I stand alone
under the prairie sky
chewing on thoughts
ripple after ripple
of grass shadows
the scent of spring
tall grasses
bend to the moon's faint light
wending my way home
NeverEnding Story, Feb. 14, 2014
Special Feature: Selected Poems for Reflections on Remembrance Day
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My Dear Readers:
*There is a danger that Remembrance Day becomes an annual performance of
patriotism and national pride rather than an occasion for honest ...
