Grief Poem by Phillip Erb

Grief

Rating: 5.0


Undercover,
Off the road,
Up the hillside,
Behind the tangled
Fingers of the wood
And a crooked path left
By water’s blade
A man keeps watch over the past
Reverent stones remember where
Four of life’s beloved paths ended.

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Phillip Erb

Phillip Erb

Louisville, Ky.
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