On the edge of an open field hung the tattered flag
the only indication of the battle
long forgotten the torment of lost innocence
or names of the fallen soldiers
one more conflict where nothing had been won
there a feeling of death still hung!
Bodies buried in shallow graves where each fell
young lives ended in torment
grass now covered the site and sheep grazed
where restless souls still roam
no cannon or musket fire nor smell of cordite
as two armies clash in the fight!
Silence is what greets the visitor to this field
pleasant during daylight hours
as the shadows lengthen a mist hangs low
and voices have been heard
crying out longingly on the endless breeze
rustling the grass and trees!
The tattered flag blows proudly in its salute
to those nameless soldiers
from long ago whose spirits will never leave
all those families of the fallen
remember their ancestors ultimate sacrifice
in war a cruel and futile device!
The tattered flag remains as a remembrance!
The Foureyed Poet.
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Beautiful and reverent.
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Reblogged this on Karls Blog, feeling from the pit and commented:
It’s sad to think of lost remembrance in future generations.
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