Surrender Poem by Andrew D Robertson

Surrender

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Today is September fourth.
It's a perfect, beautiful day.
The sun is shining brightly.
A slight breeze is caught in the trees.
A long whistle is heard
As the current glides through the grass.
A Robin sings, the bees buzz and the lake lay still.
Today is September fourth.
Today is the day I died.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Richard D. Remler 27 April 2010

Excellent. Enjoyed this poem thoroughly. Well done.

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