Tombstones pearly white
Heel toe plant the colors
Ore rolling hills out of sight
Gunpowder dreams gone a flutter
This for you my bolder brother
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Author:
Jerry Reynolds (
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- Published: May 29th, 2022 08:09
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Words of an era when a constitution was nobly written with intent but sadly now clung to and in definite need of re-addressing.
Thanks, Dusk.
That is the root debate of our time. How to interpret the constitution, Bible or Koran.
Literal or rhythm of the time. If we choose wrong we all die.
Thanks, Teddy.
This is for our Memorial Day. A bit too emotional about Texas and Buffalo to pen a poem just some notes as yet.
Strong words Jerry, this should not ever happen!
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
No, it should not.
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