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Flower’s Field




Waiting wistfully

Wanting woefully

Fraught in the should be forgot


Ivory silk hung below her knees

Flowing in the breeze

Flowers abound around

As stunning as she


Lost in a love

That will return

She knows not


Waiting wistfully

Wanting woefully

Fraught in the should be forgot


Dutifully deluded

Beautifully encapsulated

Bound to moments past

Evade she cannot


A canary sings

A letter her sister brings

Tidings of chaos and carnage

Rage-filled anguish envelops

Sorrow-filled tears develop

She drops in the field


The two sisters embrace

Her inconsolable torment

cannot be erased

A widow at twenty-two

Her strength she must renew


His service profound in deed

His country indebted indeed

Though was he a pawn for greed

Heroes there are plenty

Winners there are none


Political strife and power struggles

See not the lost and wary

For discriminate not

The rifle, the cannon or gun


Bless the brave who fought

Curse the men who aroused the fight

Sympathy to the soldiers

And their families' plight


Destruction of dedicated souls

Those who made it through in body

May not have escaped in mind

Those who did not come home

Left loved ones alone


Fallen in fields miles apart

Lay he and she


No longer waiting wistfully

Still wanting woefully

Forever fraught

In the what can't be forgot

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