Return To Flanders Fields
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My brittle bones are like this fence, so built,
On throes of horrors shrouded with the hilt
Of war's inanely senseless blade, now dulled,
By all the precious souls that it has culled.
Now ages gone, those boys amidst their dreams,
And yet the air still trembles with their screams.
So daubed in bleeding sun, how death imparts ...
These fields of poppy roods ... and purple hearts.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Purple 2" Poetry Contest, Kevin Shaw, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest 545 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
(In honor of the poem by Lt Col John McCrae, and all lives given to war).
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2019
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