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