A Meadow of Flowers

March 21, 2009
By Katie Miller BRONZE, Ward, South Carolina
Katie Miller BRONZE, Ward, South Carolina
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The grass feels like satin under my feet.
Flowers of many colors grow all around.
Small creatures never know fear or pain
Because no evil walks this ground.
Not anymore, anyway.

The warm sunshine glistens on my skin.
Trees give welcomed darkness in the realm of light.
Beautiful clouds drift softly in the sky.
And another world thrives in the cool, starry night.
Who knew the fertilizer was blood?

The only proof is in a tree.
Its feathers faded with old age.
The arrow is no longer coated in blood.
But its memory is on history's page.
A time of war has brought an age of peace.


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