Larry Bradfield Poet Rhyme

A Scraping of Shovels

Oh, I have been blessed in my time on Earth
With the gift of hearing of things to come
Some have foresight and some have their visions
But mine is from the vibrations that hum

I heard the crying of my newborn son
Three days and three hours before his birth
And I heard the laughter one week before
My granddaughter's coming brought forth the mirth

I heard the big guns way before the war
And the roar of the tanks when on the prowl
Came to me before the tanks existed -
And before the killers started to growl

Today I hear a clear sound coming forth
A scraping of shovels digging my grave
I abandon my quest to save this Earth -
One tear falls - it was never mine to save

2-27-19
Contest: A Scraping of Shovels
Sponsor: John Lawless

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Laura Leiser March 16, 2019 at 12:27 PM Such a sad, melancholy write that packs a powerful punch, Larry. Superbly written! Congrats on your win! :)

Jan Allison March 16, 2019 at 10:52 AM very well penned Larry many congrats:-) hugs jan xx

Janice Canerdy March 16, 2019 at 9:55 AM CONGRATULATIONS on your well-deserved win, Larry! So moving, especially the last stanza! Janice

John Lawless March 16, 2019 at 9:43 AM A very interesting take on the theme Larry. knowing what's coming prepares but seldom prevents.

John Hamilton February 28, 2019 at 3:28 PM Masterful writing Larry should do well in the contest! Larry Bradfield February 28, 2019 at 4:02 PM Thank you, John! I value your input!!