Monmouth Battlefield

Monmouth Battlefield

A Poem by The Warrior Poet

This is a freewriting I did at Monmouth Battlefield in New Jersey


The blood-fed sapling on the battlefield,

thrives and grows -

feeding on fallen soldiers.

A quiet wind gently blows through the leaves

and waves the shimmering emerald grass,

so green above the crimson stained soil

soaked with the souls of fallen soldiers.

The ghost of an acrid gunpowder stench

haunts the mind,

as one drifts back to another time…


Monmouth Battlefield now stands as a shrine,

to thousands of fallen soldiers,

their lives taken by their brothers.

© 2010 The Warrior Poet

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goddamn. this one hurts! the bloodfed sapling is a searingly apt metaphor, an startingly unique vision, and now i can't get it out of my mind...

really well done

Posted 10 Years Ago

oh that last line grips the heart the most~
I've been there~ Monmouth battlefield~ your description from the core of being blends achingly with the reality of the haunting field~

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on November 11, 2010
Last Updated on November 11, 2010
Tags: military, war, history


The Warrior Poet
The Warrior Poet


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