from my angry young man period
By M.A.Meddings
There is a dead soldier on the hill
Where the wind stirs the rippling sedge
Where the wild cock struts its blazen head
And shrieks its anger
To the sight
Of the dead soldier lying there
There's dirt on his tunic
And blood in his hair
Life has all gone just rotting there
Yet the bugles are blowing the poppies are growing
The generals are crowing
But theres a dead man upon the hil
Just lying there
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2005-12-09 at 17:11
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War lovers by M.A.Meddings
War loversBy M.A.Meddings
There is a dead soldier on the hill
Where the wind stirs the rippling sedge
Where the wild cock struts its blazen head
And shrieks its anger
To the sight
Of the dead soldier lying there
There's dirt on his tunic
And blood in his hair
Life has all gone just rotting there
Yet the bugles are blowing the poppies are growing
The generals are crowing
But theres a dead man upon the hil
Just lying there
Poetry by lastromantichero
Read 630 times
Written on 2005-12-09 at 17:11
Tags War 
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