Critical Analysis #1 |
the Tillerman |
ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
"the Tillerman" sunsmiled bronze paragon of labor watches over breathing fields waving in recognition he, who is the first to roll the dawn over and the last to put it to bed o, animals of clover, of wheat who defer to his soothing nurturing yet, shudder at the swing of his scythe for they know only too well how it cuts both ways then, under a crystalline morning his hoe blade stopped by buried past bleach of skeleton hands clutching a small chest he parts the fertile sowed soil seeing the turbulent tears shed by the solider forever acid-burned in his rusted locker box The tillerman, full of infinite sympathies opens the wound of the chest, spilling out a decaying Union Jack he sighs, knowing one must dig deep to find the Cost of Freedom |
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Jeen Member
since 2000-06-07
Posts 91 |
Hi I though this was an excellent piece. I felt it, I was there on the field reading. Thanks Jeen [This message has been edited by Jeen (edited 10-13-2001).] |
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