The Tattered Flag!

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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Into My Life

She came into my life sitting close by

both being a little coy

we were with friends and never spoke

but the moment wrong

you remained within my curious mind

love had never been kind!

 

Weeks went by chemistry could not deny

until that day after work

went for a coffee relaxing reflecting alone

when a gentle voice spoke

surprised glanced up to the pleasant sound

it was you there I found.

 

Natural conversation between us seemed easy

and a relationship grew

slowly and surely developed  into partnership

every moment  a joy

that bond of mutual respect and real fun

no harsh battles to be won!

 

Into my life you certainly  came.

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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