On this ground I was born raised and lived
In the years since my birth
I've sowed much wheat, and many rocks I've sieved
Making this land mine, this sky and earth.
The blue, clear skies, and evanescant clouds
Have dissipated now, this land is torn
I'm a mere denizen, yet here I still stand proud
So that on this ground my children will be born
The dust roils in ferment around me
And flings topsoil in my face
No green thing, nor bird nor bee
Is allowed to thrive in this barren place
And for my progeny, their future I mourn
This land is dead now, and has left me forlorn
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
On this ground I was born raised and lived
In the years since my birth
I've sowed much wheat, and many rocks I've sieved
Making this land mine, this sky and earth.
The blue, clear skies, and evanescant clouds
Have dissipated now, this land is torn
I'm a mere denizen, yet here I still stand proud
So that on this ground my children will be born
The dust roils in ferment around me
And flings topsoil in my face
No green thing, nor bird nor bee
Is allowed to thrive in this barren place
And for my progeny, their future I mourn
This land is dead now, and has left me forlorn
4.11.13
Sooo this it the first sonnet I've ever written. I had to write it for english yesterday and now I'm hooked... I can definitely see their appeal
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