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Poem #19. I think I'll do something a bit different... this is in Katniss's children's POV... either her daughter or son, either one, but after they are grown and old enough to know everything about the wars. Free-verse.
They tell me
Of the wars,
Of the pain,
Of the torture,
Of everything
Everyone endured
Throughout the
War.
They tell me
And stop me
To listen,
Listen to the
Birds, singing
In the trees.
She'll whistle a
Four-note song
With tears
Glistening in her
Gray eyes,
And the birds,
The Mockingjays,
Just like her, will
Whistle back.
They tell me
To pause
And smell,
Smell the sweet
Fragrances
Of the flowers,
Of the food,
Of the warmth,
Of the meadow,
The meadow
They tell me
Is the burial grounds
For all who died
In the
War.
They tell me
To stop
And see,
See the beauty
In the world,
The beauty
In the sky,
In the trees,
In the fields,
In the meadow,
The meadow
That is the
Burial grounds for the
Hundreds that died
In the
War.
They tell me
To stop
And touch
And marvel
In the soft,
Smooth
Comforts that I
Grew up with.
They tell me
To wait and
Taste,
Taste the rain,
Taste the sky,
Taste the sweetness
That they
Didn't have,
The sweetness
And the beauty
That they
Didn't get
During the
War.
They tell me
That I am lucky,
That I should be
Glad,
Glad that the
Wars
Are over,
And that I
Didn't have to
Be in the
Wars, and
They tell me
That they did
That for me.
They tell me
To stop,
To wait,
To pause,
To notice
The beauty
In the world that
They tell me
They
Never
Had.