| LOVE Falling Love Falling in Love Falling,tumbling Love Falling, tumbling in Love Falling, tumbling down to Love Falling, tumbling in, down to Love Falling, tumbling down, in rapturous Love Falling, tumbling, stumbling down, into rapurous Love Falling, catapulting, stumbling down into treacherous Love |
| Vignette: The Horrors of War Sweat. Sand. Wind. Gloom. What has this world been reduced to? I watch as grown men tear-up and cry. What was I fighting fo? Country pride, loyality and happiness meant nothing more then a june bug on the ground... It had been five days since we deserted our troop. We prefer to die than face the fate of being a prisoner of war. We now face to the sand, the wind, and out own demons from within. We do not have the luxury of remebering. My sixteen years on my family's farm are vague memiors now. I cling to each day as I cling to the sand now. I can recall the day the man in the Khaki uniform knocked on our door and said he was from the government. He announced that one male from each family must go join the military. Why, O, Why did I have to go? Why am I swirled up in this cyclone of hate, violence, and fear? But, why am I not scared or hateful? I am just tired. Tired of the fight. I do not recall what the man in the khaki uniform said about nationalism and how my service would honor my country. ALLI know is how deceitfull these words seem to me now. My plight would mean nothing, only victory would mean something in this almighty cyclone called WAR. |
| Autumn Desolate trees losing their kin Colorful coats mask their sorrow Leaves prance to the ground Greeting a pumpkin with golden skin A bountiful harvest replaces Long forgottoen flowers Bright blues, reds and greens vanish Dingy colors full the spaces While killing plants that one survived Inevitable frost creeps up on us Beloved hot days dall off the year Crawling towards death and life revived |
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