by Suilven Sloan-Griffiths aged 13

Unto the callow youth and the wise and old seeking rest,
But the innocent and pure of humble life’s best,
From the mindful gaze to the sharpest eye,
One sorrowful day we will see the mellow sky,
The blissful clouds and the sun gleaming butter yellow,
The fields of corn and wheat where the bull stands solemn and mellow,
That make the shy bird start and take wing into the brilliant sky,
The day we close our sorrowful eye.

3 Responses to “Death”

    • SuilvenSloanGriffiths

      Thank you very much, that’s really nice of you to say that!

  • SuilvenSloanGriffiths

    Thank you very much! That’s very kind of you to say that!!

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