Gordon's Grave
Born 9/27/1862
All the heat and the glow and the hush
of the summer afternoon;
the scent of the sweet-briar bush
over bowing grass-blades and broom;
the birds that flit and pass;
singing the song he knows,
the grass-hopper in the grass;
the voice of the she-oak boughs.
Ah, and the shattered column
crowned with the poet's wreath.
Who, who keeps silent and solemn
his passing place beneath?
~This was a poet that loved God's breath;
his life was a passionate quest;
he looked down deep in the wells of death,
and now he is taking his rest.~
DayPoems Poem No. 904
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/904.html">Gordon's Grave by Francis William Lauderdale Adams</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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