a rainy day
It was a rainy Sunday in April
Early in the morning, a bitty cold
We drove outside town to one of Warrens hill
It was to commemorate they told
On that hill I saw three crosses
I knew the one in the middle
That symbolized the one HE carried
And I was on the left or maybe the right
It doesn’t matter
Because for us HE died
WilliamM
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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