Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 4,859 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

The Watcher In The Grass - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Some say that Death is old,
With hollow cheeks, and grey,
And that his touch so cold
Can wither in a day.

But I say Death is young,
He's lithe and full of grace
He turns Him round and laughs
To see Time in my face

In frailties I increase
So strong and tall grows He
The watcher in the grass
Of my mortality.

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  • (2/7/2010 12:19:00 PM)


    Some just like that with snake eye's (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 7, 2010


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