Larry Bradfield Poet Rhyme

Cold Moon Rising

There was a cold moon rising up 
As Death passed o'er the plain
He passed me by then seemed confused
And searched for me again

But I was young and had no fear
Of things I could not see
As I fought on with wit and steel
While Death still searched for me

The cannon's roar and dying screams
Were softened by the moon
And I stood up and shook my fist
For Death would find me soon

Now I lie quiet in the grave
With crosses in a row
And I will rest eternally
Beneath a cold moon's glow

3-10-19
Contest: Pick A Title... Cold Moon Rising
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

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Edward Ibeh March 24, 2019 at 7:38 AM Congratulations on your well-deserved win in my contest, Larry:-)

Caren Krutsinger March 14, 2019 at 11:28 PM I love it that "death searched for me again". This poem is well-written, and easy to relate to. I imagine death does this sometimes.

Carole Duet March 10, 2019 at 3:40 PM Just wonderful is this poem which so perfectly describes that cold moon over a cold cemetery of cold bodies of brave men and women...though I believe their souls live in the warmth of God's everlasting love. Good luck in the contest though I doubt you need it. Larry Bradfield March 10, 2019 at 4:41 PM Thank you so much, Carole!