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Until the Daylight Ends -- A Poem

7 Years Ago


I stood there in the meadow
      Where the cattle paths were trodden down
And the breeze would bend the flowers
      And the grass would spring back from the ground.

And the great Pines in the distance
      Would whisper to each other
Songs long forgotten
      Songs of fallen Brothers.

Spotless was this sky of mine
      And yes “mine” I rightly say
Not a ghost appeared upon it
      For it was me that they obeyed.

Yes I stood there in the meadow
      Hearing songs in the wind
Ordering the sky above
      Until the daylight ends.