Beyond the promised land,
green fields, the flowers stand
tangerines, yellows, blues and greens
red and purple, dispersing seeds.
the unfaltered growing, yet succession it seems
through memories, of what they've seen
dreams and echoes, the past unkind
no plain is faltered, no cross too high
a shame I thought,with wattery eyes
rebirth of life, .. where comrades lie.
& with a breaking smile..reminising while
..I knelt beside, where I died.
what a lovely place.
yeah its national poetry day.
so i keyed a no liner up
bite me.