The following is an alternative version of my poem forget me not (vergismeinnicht) a different entry has been entered into a competition with the theme of Spring:
Do not forget us in the Spring, the mountains of shoes
size one to five, that grew all year, as the tiny heads,
like small blue forget- me- not’s,
bowed in the breezes of spring-time,
our hearts beat to the drum of the earth
new and innocent, filled with promise,
of futures unknown, when they came.
Black Booted.
Do not forget us in the Spring, the mountains of shoes
size one to five, that grew all year, as the tiny heads,
like small blue forget- me- not’s,
bowed in the breezes of spring-time,
our hearts beat to the drum of the earth
new and innocent, filled with promise,
of futures unknown, when they came.
Black Booted.
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