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wander me lonely
in last chance
wind
give me half
the faded
thistle
blown where scattered
to know
return
and gently
circle
a tree
its leaning.
Dikter om ämnet: thistle
Dikter om ämnet ”thistle” på Poets.by.
Near the Bridge
near the bridge
the few old thistles
collect the snow
New Feet
Empty battlefields keep their phantoms.
Grass crawls over old gun wheels
And a nodding Canada thistle flings a purple
Into the summer's southwest wind,
Wrapping a root in the rust of a bayonet,
Reaching a blossom in rust of shrapnel.