Carry Me O'er These Verdant Green Blades { Version I I } Comments
Rating: ★5.0
'Twas the August of Summer, nineteen ot three
when me friend read these words 'fore he passed;
Carry me o'er these verdant green blades;
'Tis a journey long just to smell the warm sod.
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Life seems fast as an Orb in it's flight,
Death, the ''Crossing O'er Rubicon''; ...No one in tis world likes to have war and death caused by war. We offer prayer for the world peace. This poem is brilliantly penned..5 stars.
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Life seems fast as an Orb in it's flight, Death, the ''Crossing O'er Rubicon''; ...No one in tis world likes to have war and death caused by war. We offer prayer for the world peace. This poem is brilliantly penned..5 stars.