Caissons Poems - Poems about Caissons

...Where do you go when your war has been won The enemy vanquished, the legion’s undone What do you do when your purpose is gone The feelings still burning, the will to fight strong Wher......

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...Barbarous reason rejoices and draws strength dispensing death. Its celebration comes with cold effigies of blood soaked, ravaged, masked graves of silence, leaving any subsequent regret ......

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...Sweet Sixteen By Franklin Price 12/31/2016 Sweet sixteen is moving on; tonight will be its last. Tomorrow is another year, today will be the past. A hundred years ago tonight, World War One wa......

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...that day* two score and ten business men in leisure suits, grandmothers with grey handkerchiefed hair and adolescents in gaudy glasses, girls wearing bouffants and sweaters, the boys maybe ......

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...As dusk their line visibly bows Cropped heads beneath mounds fold Glum shadows through addle fields row Listless turrets sprout o'er demarcated woe Sallowed eyes in bleary sockets rolled As dusk the......

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...My thoughts they roil like waters dark in the abyss of blackest night, with memories of mother’s bookmark, of Longfellow read by lamp light. She called, in the room around me, the patter of other s......

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...Each Twin Tower encased in steel bower Billowing masts did to horizon crest, as the fibrous sunflower Wrought to withstand the shearing winds and the mightiest shower A symbol of America's limitles......

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...We face each other. Each day the distance between us grows shorter Sweat and fear drips down my face. Another day surrounded by the stench of spent powder and death To my left, caissons move the can......

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...1861 Dust rises from the rutted road. Cannon laden caissons rumble slowly forward. A red sun competing with the campfires glow. Weary troops break camp, joining the ranks of colleagues on the move......

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..."I shall be telling this with a sigh" Robert Frost My thoughts they roil like waters dark in the abyss of blackest night with memories of mother’s book marks of Longfellow read by lamp l......

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