« Tough Times at the Times |
Blog Home Page
| Psychoanalyzing Barack Obama »
March 23, 2007
Flanders Field again and again (a poem)
Bill Taylor
Tis the morning sun
invites the poppies to grow
in Flanders Field on row by row
this a poor substitute I'm afraid
each plot is marked with our unknown souls
each footrest a mother's heart we lie there still
as the poppies and dogwood grow each numbered headstone
is a history onto itself for our youths were cut short
by gunfire and politicians the reaper's gift
to us row by row tis requiem we cannot comprehend
whose valor does not pretend all who think of us now
row upon immortal row.
|
