Don Johnson Poet Rhyme

Forgotten

From whence he came I knew him not,
He came from where time had been forgot,
The Eleysian fields where the heroic stay ,
And life is sweet on every day,
Of battles fought and life blood gone,
And slaughter of the awful nongs,
 death with sickle came along
Though they died they were not today,
Forgotten.


Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
Contest Name	Dream a lil dream..

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Anne Rutherford December 7, 2011 at 5:59 AM Profound writing for the contest Don, It's a winner ! Anne

Lizzie Treetop December 6, 2011 at 1:21 AM Very powerful Don! Lizzie

Tony Lane December 5, 2011 at 6:47 PM And their glory hangs heavy over the field of battle too bright for most to view.

Lukasz Walterowicz December 5, 2011 at 4:33 PM Stunner.

Russell Sivey December 5, 2011 at 4:13 PM Awesome write here Don! You definitely traveled to the Dream world with this poem! I really enjoyed the fact you brought up the Eleysian fields, that was very interesting! And the part of a line, "...where time had been forgot..." It's really a special statement to me, I love poetry based on time....and even the lack of time!! Wonderful Work!!

Elizabeth Wesley December 5, 2011 at 4:13 PM This has such a quiet elegance Don; beautifully written with great feeling.