"staun" poems
“She couldn’t help for feeling a little sad,
for the wolf she had hurted so bad.”
- Staun
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
*Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun*
It was silent. His body sunk into the earth.
His soul long gone from there. He had died
A gun upon his arms.
*When they come a wull staun ma groon
Staun ma groon al nae be afraid*
He had died with a home that his dream would
live on.
*Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear
Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears*
Later they had told us he had died with courage
and valor.
*Ains a year say a prayer faur me
Close yir een an remember me*
The shots continue he fell by the
tenth.
*Nair mair shall a see the sun
For a fell tae a Germans gun*
A ******** grasped in his stone
cold hand
*Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun*
He saw a line of faces, brown, black
and white. Some were smiling others,
crying
*Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun*
His body sunk into the cold, wet ground
As God opened his arms, for a boy
drenched in blood.
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
A group waited in the wings. Soldiers
from many places. Who fought to keep
their shores safe.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
“As I walked down the road alone, I began to think, What if this is the wrong way, am I about to sink?
I saw the light in front of me, and suddently it began to gain.
Is it the light in the end of the tunnel, or maybe it’s just a train?”
- Staun
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
“As I walked down the road alone, I began to think,
What if this is the wrong way, am I about to sink?
I saw the light in front of me, and suddently it began to gain.
Is it the light in the end of the tunnel, or maybe it’s just a train?”
- Staun
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC