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David Daniels Poem
Where Valleys are lush with pastures new
Fresh and crisp, from morning dew;
There soil once sodden, with Soldiers blood
Poppies now stand, where soldiers stood.
Where birds fly high on freedoms wing
To greet this day, with song they sing;
There pilots flew a perilous sky
Poppies would sway, to wave goodbye.
When you held the heads of tearful eyes
They were not of men, but teenage boys;
There dying tears, for mothers care
Poppies would droop, in silent prayer.
See these crosses amass of white
further they stretch, till out of sight,
for in this grave, is where I will be
where my Poppy, stands, to remember me.
D.J.Daniels
Copyright © David Daniels | Year Posted 2015
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David Daniels Poem
Travel the road that has no name
where the Devil awaits, though not in vain;
for this is the road of open trade
where nothing less, than you soul is weighed.
Come take your pick, from my specials today
just a little assurance, is all that you pay;
your wanting, so much, where do I sign
his finger, pointing, to the dotted line.
Glasses are raised a call for a toast
to the man whose body, now has no host;
the Devil grins, now the sale is sold
as he drinks from the cup, of a thousand souls.
Fiddlers bows cross there strings
drunk on the souls, the Deivl grins;
death be swift come high noon
when your soul will dance, my fiddlers tune.
D.J.Daniels
Copyright © David Daniels | Year Posted 2015
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