-=-Becky
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A Blade of Grass
R.L. Thelin,
October 2000
A blade of grass,
A lonely sentry,
Stands guard over a mud trampled land.
Broken bodies strewn as far as the eye can see.
Toy soldiers cast off and forgotten.
Play things no longer.
A jagged cloth flutters,
Caught on the twisted wire.
An eerie calm descends,
Spreading its false peace.
A low cloud arises
caressing the battered earth
A yellow tendril reaches out
to claim another for its own.
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