by Cal Pearson | Nov 10, 2010 | Poetry
Columns of grey stand proud and tall, In the silence of the land, A monument to those who fall, A place for all to understand. Among the stones you’re lost in time, Reading all the names with pride, The statues watching silently, Sadness and tears, you tried to hide....
by Cal Pearson | Nov 10, 2010 | Poetry
Red petals sway in golden corn, A flower stands there all alone, Grown from seeds blown by the wind, No-one knows where it calls home. The sun and rain have work to do, As all the seeds begin to grow, Why are we here? They ask themselves, A purpose yet – they do...
