When the asparagus stalks walked
straight out the fields of snow
I knew there was no tomorrow
and my life was in utter sorrow

I heard the trumpets call
saw the stairway open wide
and I betrayed the sword
for I looked with eyes by the side

God I will miss their green
those ones that went well
with roast potatoes and others
especially when cooked by mother

But I will wait as they go
and hope they walk slow
for I will pluck them up
and a cooking I will go

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

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