Field Of Evermore
Pipe and drum herald the warriors wrath
As though through mists of time,
Like ghosts and spectres, a nations strength amassed
upon the dawn,
"Onward unto glory" a leaders chance to call,
And raise all spirits beyond point of reason,
Until one by one they fall,
As though through mists of time,
Like ghosts and spectres, a nations strength amassed
upon the dawn,
"Onward unto glory" a leaders chance to call,
And raise all spirits beyond point of reason,
Until one by one they fall,
And pray well... for strewn to four horizons,
Our fallen hero's lay just bones and flesh laid bare,
Yet only bugs and buzzards hoard,
No sight of who sent them there,
A gentle breeze in all that prevails,
No arguments burst from lips,
Rye grass sways as birds begin to wail,
But only lifeless hands do weapons grip,
God honoured their pain of departure,
Each and every one,
Poppies blood red and silent,
Bathed in noonday sun.
(C)2009 Paul Letch
Noetic-fret!
Wed 22nd Apr 2009 23:21
I like the poem too. it starts strong though, and ends a little weak. the first three stanzas are brilliant, and although the fourth one made a very poingnant point, it could have been dropped. Or altered. the line, each and everyone, should read, each and every one. And in the very last stanzas, i feel that if the last line read 'Bathed in noonday sun. it would read better. Perhaps, 'pray well.......for strewn to four horizons. Needs some work but a good poem nonetheless. Nice one!