The Fog

January 9, 2011
By Shogun11 SILVER, Yelm, Washington
Shogun11 SILVER, Yelm, Washington
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In the yard of weeping,
A wooden block lay.
Soft rains of salt and water,
Jump swiftly down each each face.
A sadness looms in
Sobs and blues.
It drifts and sways,
The priest now prays.
Over his box and to the stones,
The Fog rolls over his tired bones.
The blackened clothes
Get up and leave;
The dirt mounds up, as
Wind rush the trees.
He lay in peace.
They stay not in gladness,
For the Fog rolls in
And delivers great sadness.


The author's comments:
I made this poem about a family friend who died in Iraq and this is a piece that I made to be interpreted differently for each person.

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on Dec. 5 2012 at 9:00 pm
Shogun11 SILVER, Yelm, Washington
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I can't believe I didn't notice this earlier but there is a typo at the top, there is only supposed to be 1 "each" in the sentence ending with "down each face", not 2..

on Feb. 20 2011 at 8:13 pm
Shogun11 SILVER, Yelm, Washington
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Please feel free to look at my other stuff and comments/ ratings are appreciated!! :) thank you


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