Grandpa HedrickA Poem by Siddartha Beth PierceMy lover's nest has come to rest upon these river's shores.
Within its walls there is a ghost of no man alive today.
But in the past took off his head with rifles speed.
I feel him here earthly bound looking to be freed.
If I could cast a magic spell to free his soul to heaven-
Here are the words that I would say: 'Go dear sir, be happy there lady bug luck to you in your passing.'
© 2008 Siddartha Beth PierceReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 9, 2008 AuthorSiddartha Beth PierceRichmond, VAAboutArtist, Poet, Educator, African and Contemporary Art Historian more..Writing
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