Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

The Grass Grows Long

A scent of panic in the air
   The taste of gunfire everywhere
The ground is littered with despair
   Heroes' nightmares lit by flares

Tanks burning in the mud
   Fallen troops oozing blood
Cries and shouts split the skies
   Forlorn pleas to stay good-byes

Years pass, the grass grows long
   Battles fade to maudlin songs
Earth returns to timeless glory
   Stilling whispers of all things gory

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Jeanne Mcgee September 22, 2019 at 9:36 PM You really could feel the pain of war in your words...I wish men wouldn't forget and we'd have less war... Gershon Wolf September 23, 2019 at 12:00 PM Great wish...For some reason our selective memory 'weeds out' what is unpleasant... and off goes a new generation to yet another war... The way of the world... Much as with nuclear disarmament: The scare that Kruschev and Kennedy experienced, which compelled them to talk, has been forgotten... with tragic consequences. Thanks for your fine comment, Jeanne. ~ Gershon

Sandra Adams September 22, 2019 at 8:11 PM i think they fade because the era is gone and it's no longer fresh in the minds of those who lived it...we all remember 911 but the kids born then are now 18...it will be forgotten as well all pass.... good write, powerful piece :) hugs Sandra Adams September 22, 2019 at 8:23 PM i know...i was just using it as an example... Gershon Wolf September 22, 2019 at 8:15 PM I think so too... I guess I had in mind Civil War, WW1 and WW2 battlefields. Thanks, Gershon

Lindsay Laurie September 22, 2019 at 6:49 PM Hello Gershon … while we celebrate our heroes of war we tend to forget what terror people go through and then it all starts again - when will we ever learn - thank you Gershon - Lindsay Gershon Wolf September 22, 2019 at 7:12 PM You're right, Lindsay. I'm afraid that the grass grows over our memories too. Thanks for the insight, Lindsay! ~ Gershon

Kim Rodrigues September 22, 2019 at 5:14 PM A fave already! How quickly fades one after death...the book is closed. Imagery wonderful...filled with sadness. Great job, my friend, on such a sad subject. Gershon Wolf September 22, 2019 at 6:17 PM Wow. Thank you so much for faving this one, Kim. Deeply appreciated. Best wishes, Gershon