Beyond the Pines

Beyond the Pines

A Poem by Arly Parent

There's a place they never speak of
the place beyond the pines
the place where young old Walter lay
dead beneath the Rhine

There's a place they never speakk of
the place beyond the pines
the place where old soldiers lay
who strayed beyond the line

There's a place they never speakk of
the place beyond the pines
a place they say
of the undead
in agony and slow decline

A place they called, Antimoden
a place where all could see
the price the price of freedom
paid for safety not liberty

© 2013 Arly Parent


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Added on May 4, 2013
Last Updated on May 4, 2013
Tags: War, Future, Liberty, for, Safety, Freedom

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Arly Parent
Arly Parent

Lantana, FL



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There's nothing about me. I play with pauses as well as silence. I write words, assign meanings and junk, and play with a language that might be as much my own as another. I don't know. more..

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