There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.

"Shall I have naught that is fair?" saith he;
"Have naught but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again."

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise,
He bound them in his sheaves.

"My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,"
The Reaper said, and smiled;
"Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child.

"They shall all bloom in the fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear."

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love;
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.

O, not in cruelty, not in wrath
the Reaper came that day;
"Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away.

Wow...This was a pretty awesome peiece. I loved the flow and the way each line fit in just perfectly. I like your style..I have one question, Does writting something like this take long for you? Just curious...Really nice, Keep posting...

peAce

This one took me about an hour to think of it. Maybe an hour and a half.

I got it from a story though, and jus' turn it into a poem.

ohh okay..I see...You did a good job on it...keep it up

peAce

Yeah i agree...this was a great piece...feeling the emoticion in this one as i read it...i liked the way you layed it out and structured it...your word choice was good i thought too...i liked this piece...overall it was good...keep at it.

This was a great peice. Word structure was great and it drawed me in and made me think. keep it up

Great post. It brought my attention in really close, and it had a lot of feeling presented. Brought back many memories for me of those who have passed. Sentence structure was good and choice of words were good too. Overall, I liked it. Keep them comin.