Field of Sorrow

by John Skene - Not entered

A Field of Sorrow with roses so red
With one to remind us of each happy soul that is dead
For every mother who comforted her child
Lays Bluebells piled and piled

There are happy things and sad things,good things and bad 
And then,there are the things that make you mad
A field of  Sorrow with roses so red
With one to remind us of each happy soul that is dead

Reason for writing:

    I wanted to share it with people    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1999-05-14 18:15:31
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:06
Poem ID: 52478

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