Missouri Man

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This came about after I'd done some reading about the American Civil War, a terrible time. It also had some personal relevance, about being torn between two sides when you just want to be left alone.

Submitted: June 03, 2013

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He was a quiet man

Untroubled by the world.

Liked to let it go by,

Unfurl;

Untouched,

Untolled,

Pure of thought

Good of soul.

 

Sky was deep blue sky

And trees were strong and green.

Never left a footstep, he went

Unseen;

Unheard,

Unknown,

Whisper of a man,

Thoughts unsown.

 

Days meandered in happy flow,

No minute lost or wept.

Sleep rushed to empty mind,

Undreamt,

Unfed,

Unspoiled

By wasted time,

Thought unsoiled.

 

Yet slowly crept in war

Still many fields away.

He longed to stay untouched

Unswayed,

Unbent,

Untied

By cannon sound

Or those that died.

 

‘Til smoke drifted ‘cross the corn,

Nature passed to forward yell,

And nothing whole was left

Unfelled,

Unburnt,

Undone

In the setting

Of the bloody sun.

 

He was a quiet man,

Troubled by the world;

Had to let it in,

Unfurl,

Undo,

Unbe,

Black in thought,

Black in deed.


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