’Till labour’s end
he clawed at that
scratched swathe
of furrowed hopes,
his daily bread,
now overgrown
in what he did do
battle:
the weeds.
The honed sickle,
now blunt
where he dropped it,
in blood-bladed rust
on that
accursed plot.
Buried where he fell,
his grave,
since lost.
Where once
scarred in wood:
'Rest in Peace',
weathered worn
to hail and wind.
His bones,
still there,
somewhere,
somewhere
beneath
the weeds.
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Author:
Tony Grannell (
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Comments6
Wow, stunning tale! Tony🤩🙏🏻🕊I once long ago made an extra buck by off siding as a lawn mowing lackey. (Shivers)
What a great phrase, 'Lawn Mowing Lackey', there's a poem in there somewhere. Your words, as always, are very much appreciated.
All the very best,
Tony.
Thanks Tony, as are yours graced on any page, a true privilege🕊🙏🏻
The mood cast by this poem blows over my emotions like a prairie wind. So much unsaid yet felt in this composition. I feel that I have been there, believe it or not I have a scythe and use a sickle quite often so I guess I am old school. Sorry can't help the ramble this poem feels so real and yet the feeling is so impactful and carries so much weight. With time we are all forgotten. Another fave Tony
I seem to have touched a nerve with this one, Soren. One of those poems that came from the soul, rarely happens but when it does it can't be stopped or trifled with. We are all forgotten and some who were never even known, a sad truth. I am greatly pleased how you have felt this one and hold in great esteem your fine response.
Wishing you good health,
Tony.
A hard life of toil and graft working the soil and keeping the weeds at bay, only then in passing to have the weeds take back over, as he lay there and has been slowly forgotten, really enjoyed the read
The weeds will always win in the end. A lovely response and greatly appreciated.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
You are very welcome
Down through the eons the story of so many. Well said.
Too true, John. Thank you very much for dropping by, kind of you indeed.
All the very best,
Tony.
I feel weeds are only weeds if they are so defined as such. Perhaps the vegetation grew more lustrous where he was.
The poem however satisfyingly complete, Tony.
Thank you very much, Dave.
Kind regards,
Tony.
Another fave from one of my favorite poets. You have a way of mesmerizing the reader with magic, my friend. Wonderful job, Tony! 🌹👏
Hello Tristan,
It makes me very happy that you have enjoyed this one and for that I do thank you ever so much.
All is well, I trust,
Tony.
All is well, my friend, and I trust the same for you. You are most welcome.
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