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A lost solider
. When the grass was closely mown,
Walking on the lawn alone,In the a hole I found
A hidden solider underground Under grass alone he lies,
Looking up with hidden eyes, A red coat and pointed gun
To the stars and to the sun. When the lawn is mowed clear,
Then my hole should reappear. I will find him with no fear,
I will find my solider with no career But, for all that and come
I will find my soldier dumb. He has lived, a little thing,"
In the grassy woods of spring He has seen the starry hours
And the springing of the flowersAnd the scary things that pass
In the forests of the grass. Not a word will he disclose,Not a word of all he knows.He doesn’t think he can, because he has no fam, as I wrote this poem about a lost soldier, I’m feeling a lot older
