Summer War Poems

Cowpoke
by Michael R. Burch, circa age 16

Sleep, old man...
your day has long since passed.
The endless plains,
cool midnight rains
and changeless ragged cows
alone remain
of what once was.

You...

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When her shadow falls on yesterday,
And the memory erases the hopes and dreams,
Like faded stars in a warm, summer sky –
Her fickle heart makes its...

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The Memory of Lemon Juice, Gaza 2024


The scent of leaves
we placed between our clothes
no moths would dare to eat
but these we left behind

the fruit we...

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Summer troopers storm in force.
The fire they breath
is rotten to the source.
Can’t you see the hidden door
that leads you to
the mystic core.

My mind plays tricks
with...

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Before the day turned into night
when morning dawn seemed clear and bright.
Before, the taste of spent cordite
lingered around one more bomb site.

We sang of love,...

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As allies falter from his Blitzkrieg force,
the blood of British sons infuse the sand.
They pray their brothers front the Channel’s course
for they have failed to...

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Their world at war, they close their eyes
Elfin drinkers drink as armies rise
To know their views I ask a question
Blinkered, they deny suggestion

That lives will...

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The seasons pay no mind to war
As summer sun fades into fall,
And winter wind raps on the door.

Falling leaves create a caul
For sleeping seed beneath...

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Ah, weeping leaf I feel your grief 
as Autumn hides the sun in clouds; 
battalion’s shadow, like a thief, 
disguised in dark-sky nimbus shrouds 
have...

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I was first picked up
In a cast-off shop in Liverpool; 
Surrounded by racks of seasoned shirts
Bearing names of old soldiers.

“Draper” draped on an immature frame
In...

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The sun a golden glow
The wind began to blow
Rain a blessing for all
Summer changed into fall

Seeing the moon was blue
The change would come we knew
Trees...

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Butterfly

Butterfly flutter by,
and make my life more joyous.
You are a song,
with your own chorus.
You are beautiful to see,
and be near, to me.

I watch you from...

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in the hammock of summer
across the Channel
bees are buzzing...

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Every Spring there’s a battle cry 
from deep within the South;
It raises the hair of millions for miles;
Tempers rise and just continue to climb 
brushes...

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