A Year Later

Poem By Christine Elm

Freshman year, cool September morn',
A day which brings despair.
Two warriors standing proud and tall,
Struck down by eagles of the enemy.
What once was there, there was no more.
No more warriors, but heroes are what we have.
Men and women, burdened by grief,
Rise like the Phoenix out of the ashes.

A year later...
Sophomore year, a cool September morn',
A year of pain and suffering gone by.
Two warriors, passed into ghostly passages,
Still live on, as clouds in the sky.

Comments about A Year Later

Men and women, burdened by grief, Rise like the Phoenix out of the ashes. so many old and well known poets an sages have pondered that very enigma the agany of 'being' very nice...yes your poetry is ghood...be proud of it and lets get more of it.. more later in a message cheers


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