He rested in a field of clover <br />when death came down and looked him over. <br />The clover made him look light green <br />which is exactly the right sheen <br />that qualifies for the beyond <br />but Death bestowed a reprimand <br />since it had many on its plate <br />you see it flies from state to state <br />and gathers up with spindly arms <br />from battlefields and lonely farms <br />the ones whose tickers have been stopped <br />this season though their number topped <br />a record never seen before <br />and the reports foreshadowed more. <br /> <br />And, on that day, not far from Dover <br />exhausted, in a field of clover <br />the soldier saw old Death arrive <br />though filled with hope and still alive <br />he pleaded with the skinny Reaper <br />who said 'All life is getting cheaper.' <br />Then took his blood stained Reaper's scythe <br />and cut. Another soul's good-bye.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-in-clover/
