Red Canvass Of Life
When I was 21
Were bred, then bled out over time.
Time drips by the second from the icicles
Of my sorrow
The winds of Africa
Bring rain and destruction
To my gulf sound
Blue... covers the canvass
with dark reds, and space to fill,
The brushes are stiff
From improper cleaning.
58 days til' next year...1972.
California is calling.
But I don't want to go.
The grass is bluer at home.
The grass has red canvass strokes
From such useless sacrifice
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PFC William Le Grande Dawes (June 24,1950 - October 19,1969)
I have received feedback on the word canvass which is my fault.
I use canvass which means to survey your surrounding as an image of my looking back on a life cut so short.
And the use of canvas as of a physical painting does not occur.
thaks for understanding
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