the fowers droop
but refuse to fade away
like the tannish-brown fields
reflecting dreams held
self-suspended pugatory
while a four leaf clover
struggles through
the cracks
of a well traveled
sidewalk
stained with faded
footprints
of blood
that has been shed
and must
be redeemed
through an infusion
of renewed
determination
to live free
or die trying to be.