Author Peter H. Lee In a mound where the grass grows long, are you sleeping or lying at rest? Where is your lovely face? Only bones are buried here. I have no one to offer a cup, and that makes me sad. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments