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History is Written by:
The blood-red blush of dawn's light
Glimmers over a quiet landscape,
White marble headstones stand
Wreathed in morning glories.
The dead lie silent, and who can say
If they were villains or heroes all,
For patriotism means wielding a gun
No matter which side you're on.
Old men spin proud yarns of battle
And young men do not want to die.
Though "Honor" is given to living and dead,
None get out of life alive.
So beneath the battle-ready sky
When the first call trumpet sounds,
The flowers spread their morning glory,
While in their glory, mourning.
BEST POET ON POSTPOEMS!
Writing pietry is a curse. You wll return. Threw the die. Cas, double threes - nice number: 6. Come home!
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~Lady A~
Very Apropo
the ending was superb. The last two lines show discipline in how to end a telling. Balance, woe-filled (the flowers and white tombstone) the solitary perspective - very mellow read, (tapping the inner aesthetic for the rhythm) the heartbeat lives in the mourning - glory. ~Stella~
One More Time
Reread 01-14-16, 02-09-19 and 04-16-19. Still magical - slc Reread 11-17-19 - better and better. 03-28-20 Yes! 09-13-21 almost prophetic...a
03-23-33 yep!"None get out of life alive."