Is this John Titor's poem??? | |
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| w00sh User ID: 1489478 12/12/2012 12:50 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Not it. This is what Titor said from www.johntitor.com Question: Do you remember any poetry after 2001 in your past? Titor's Answer: A Soldier's Winter The day before it wasn't snowing. The trees are strangers, leering, disapproving in the ash of winter ..my world, my life, my wandering path. I pray God's eyes may once again gaze upon me and remind me that I am still His child. I only (think) I remember the first line but the last one I remember. It has quite a few more lines that I don't remember. It is rumored this was written first as a letter by a soldier. After he died it was added to and edited by others. In my opinion, it has become a symbol for the collective guilt my parents' generation feels for what became of the world. |
| guardiandraco User ID: 25973177 12/13/2012 03:28 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | A Soldier's Winter The day before it wasn't snowing. After amber suns made our Earth now glowing. The trees are strangers, leering, disapproving In the ash of winter, our minds are now moving My world, my life, my wandering path. It seems not God, but man's own wrath. I pray God's eyes may us once again, Gaze upon us at our end. We will rebuild, we will renew, From a world of greed and lust that left so few. Remind me that I am still his child. And provide us with your mercy mild. Source: A Soldier's Winter, Spiritual Poem about Death [link to www.familyfriendpoems.com] www.FamilyFriendPoems.com |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 1518033 12/13/2012 09:56 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | A Soldier's Winter Quoting: guardiandraco The day before it wasn't snowing. After amber suns made our Earth now glowing. The trees are strangers, leering, disapproving In the ash of winter, our minds are now moving My world, my life, my wandering path. It seems not God, but man's own wrath. I pray God's eyes may us once again, Gaze upon us at our end. We will rebuild, we will renew, From a world of greed and lust that left so few. Remind me that I am still his child. And provide us with your mercy mild. Source: A Soldier's Winter, Spiritual Poem about Death [link to www.familyfriendpoems.com] www.FamilyFriendPoems.com That's a beautiful poem. Thank you for reposting it here. People are half-hazzardly storing archived data from the past now. Most of the websites I developed are now gone. That is why I urge all of you at GLP to scan, backup and preserve everything now. Our Internet history is our immortality! |