In the Grass

Intimations of Immortality (excerpt) Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, glory of the flower We will grieve not; rather find Strength in what remains behind William Wordsworth I sat to write a contest poem, Kept hitting an impasse When mem'ries of the brother I lost Came through as clear as glass As minutes turned to hours, I relived them one by one More than once I wiped my tears At all the things we'd done The time got by me quickly Reminiscing for a while But once my tears had all run dry I then began to smile I'm glad he will remain inside Until the time I pass And when death comes, we'll both relive Our "splendor in the grass" 3/26/23 Daniel Turner Steve Turner 1954-1996