One
stands alone,
cold but brave.
Surrounded
by death, it stands
tall until no more.
I envision a medieval battle scene here, Gwydion. A good little poem.
Les
wow, so glad I could evoke that imagery; I was writing about a blade of grass just before the first winter storm.
lol, pretty close, huh? Good one on me, Gwyd.
Les
I like that you saw your own picture...it's all a matter of perception