Haiku: A 300-year disagreement

Summer grass --
The last remains of

 the warriors' dreams.
-Matsuo Basho, some time in the late 1600s

Homage to dead grass--
No warrior's dream
grows with such peace.
-Mom of no rank

ETA: I once heard my favorite teacher say that he's never happy until he's been excessive. It's probably why I like him so much. So here's version 2:

Homage to dead grass --
No warrior's dream
dies with such accord.

Note: That's my own translation of Basho up there. It's probably wrong. 
And this is my own photo of some purple fountain grass outside my front door. It's probably dead.





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