Saunders Field

shadows buckle from the weight of the rising Sun and the chirping birds and grasshoppers provide no deference to the bodies that are strewn across Saunders Field dew glistens and blood oozes from the wounds as the souls look helplessly about not knowing which direction to walk the heat grows rapidly towards noon and soon no-one would come this day or the next ashes to ashes dust to dust the Moon be my witness as here I sleep

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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