Irony Date: Tuesday, 4th April 2017 @ 11:23:22 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: invierno Clangclangclangclangclangclang clang clang beat the metal interruption through field to wood; grasshoppers hopped, deer peered, a boy’s ears perked, action ceased where he stood. Wood branch, his, by will; mighty sword fending off invisible hordes on last clang fell among the dead, but a stick once more. Bounding home, fairly skimming, brimming of visions of piled plates awaiting the warrior-boy, a last panting leap! the table so neat, pot breathing steam, scraping chair on kitchen floor. Что на обед, мама? Капуста и колбаса, Pavlov. This poem is Copyright © invierno Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=184055