Lifetimes

This is one of my poems and is an award-winning one.
The Guns of July
“I am the grass.Let me work.” — Carl Sandburg
The sheer cliffs above ocean roar Near Muir Beach Are dotted with gun emplacements, Cement and steel-plated half circles Buried deeply In the rocky sides. Giant, tall-stemmed yarrow and cowpen daisy, beach morning
glory and hedge mustard, blue pod lupine and
monkeyflower, silver phacelin
Push around them,
Burrow into the soil that the wind and rain have slowly
Deposited onto the reinf...