New Helper (I got over 2000 posts)
Alright this is my submission, this one is not being changed.
The sweet grounds of grass
Vanished in the fog of life.
As a light, or destination
In a dark cave of misery.
Grounds of grass, covering fields
For us to feast upon. Alas they are gone.
The happy screams, the hot sun
All gone under dust.
A bit of that is left though,
Not only in one, but in us.
Every man, woman, child and beast.
As toy breaking, years later, pieces could be found.
I remember those happy grassy grounds
I remember their happiness, and their misery.
I remember a stranger, a foe, and a friend.
But that is the past, alas.