as i lay now, grass bed so soft

i look back, yesterday once more

life, spectacular, bountiful

before the turbulence

the tempest of greed

now dearly slipping away

slowly, infront of me

i hear birds chirping

wonder what they would sing for me?

now? i ask for none

but continue to sing

for others have lives ahead of them

green grass and dew drops

the last i would feel now

end is nigh, sorrowful i’m not

for the land which i fought for

now greets me with open arms

i’ve held your glory, pride, and name

bring me back home, with all your love

o green grass, my motherland’s lap

now, i pray, for none to happen

future, it seems, shines like at dawn

i pray, someday

birds to continue singing,

dew to keep falling

green grass to carress the young ones

before the sun sets

bring me home

home is where i now belong

back to your loving embrace,

and children will play again

on these meadows

of soft green grass again

-this is dedicated to all those who’ve fought for our freedom, and may you continue to watch us over as we approach another year of independence-

patriotic, crappy poet plain joe