The grass smells red. <br />Untill these mortal bounds find thier way into the catostrophic fire's of love and redemption, the grass will smell red. <br /> The grass tells a story of wars unsung and battles lost. <br />The grass tells a story of love gained and a fury found again. <br />The grass smells red...but does it speak? <br />Does it's voice ring out like the bells in a steeple? <br />Does it feel the pain of those who died? <br />Did it hear the screams? <br />The grass smells red and it grow's red. <br />It feels red. <br />This grass will die red.<br /><br />Troy Nichols<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-grass-smells-red/
