I tried to capture a famous Haiku in my own words
Summer grass
All that's become
Of warrior dreams.
Basho 1644-1694
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.
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.
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Actually my own poem made me cry.