Fields of WarA Poem by James McFadyen
The fields of war stretch yonder far
Beneath a blanket of foreign stars Whose soils are arid, sands cast red An exposed tomb for "Our Glorious Dead". We men are many, our courage few So let we send them to fight for you Let we be safe in our green hillock dens And await the call for them home again Bundle them close, you mothers and daughters Cradle them once more, a child than a soldier Relieve their bruised hearts, let them have tears Least no forget their comrades dear. "Oh sanctuary Mother England" keep them from harm retell them humanity and forget them their arms Show them the lush green fields unfoiled Your floral grandeur, your fertile soils. Alas, we were fooled, no home safe from harm We could not hold them close within our arms As we bury our dead, and heave our hearts so sore Remember how vast is that field of war.
© 2013 James McFadyen |
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1 Review Added on May 28, 2013 Last Updated on May 28, 2013 AuthorJames McFadyenLondon, Middlesex, United KingdomAboutGraduate from the University of Exeter: BA HONS English Literature with Creative Writing (Study Abroad) Former English Language Teacher in Hanoi, Vietnam. more..Writing
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