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David Hart Poem
© Elegy
From war-torn land, to farm the land.
From grace to grace, they till the field.
Sarah and Ben; a victory they win;
A family...a life...together they build.
The warriors reward, thirteen olive plants;
Last two planted by him.
Willie and Dora, the names given these flora;
Before his light goes dim.
Buried in honor, the warrior crosses over,
To that great reward in the sky.
Those left behind, to mourn and pine;
Awake, your day cometh bye and bye.
Sarah alone; but not all alone, progeny for company.
Love and caring, she's tenderly sharing, what was and hope t'will be.
Sarah the dove, a lovely dove; time to leave day-strings of seven.
Fly away Sarah, fly away Sarah, to reside in your Blue Heaven.
You are remembered. All are remembered;
No fleeting thoughts of thee.
Memories cherished; posterity will cherish;
Thank God for Sister B.
Copyright © David Hart | Year Posted 2018
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David Hart Poem
Crawling from the ground;
Beautiful butterfly springs.
Wings ablaze — fly fly.
Copyright © David Hart | Year Posted 2019
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David Hart Poem
I gazed long upon the glass, full of mixed drink.
Sparkling light crystal and smooth as long mink.
It glides down the palate, soothing as it goes.
Then bites like a viper, the beginning of many woes.
It stings like a bee ... strange things I then see.
Sprawled on the ground, groveling in the dirt.
They hit me and hit me, but I was not hurt.
They beat me and beat me. I felt nothing I think.
When I wake up, I will look for more drink.
Copyright © David Hart | Year Posted 2019
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Copyright © David Hart | Year Posted 2020
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David Hart Poem
Crawling from the ground
Beautiful butterfly springs
Wings ablaze—fly, fly
Copyright © David Hart | Year Posted 2022
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