I tried to capture a famous Haiku in my own words
Summer grass
All that's become
Of warrior dreams.
Then I tried to rewrite it in Anglo-Saxon form, because that is another style of poetry I admire greatly.
Between the pebbles and the bone-washing beach.
All along the strand where valorous warriors gave their lives.
The traveller hears nothing now save the sea.
Only the grass whispers the stories of the brave.
