Saturday, January 21, 2012
After the War
After the last fierce battle
I ventured out towards town...
So many remnants of the war:
Power lines and trees now down.
The townsfolk were out working,
Returning life to previous norms...
Surrounded by the fallen soldiers,
Who rose up to face the storms.
Coal lumps, carrots and broken twigs,
Litter the soggy battlefields...
Rewriting each child's history,
As only a snow day fantasy yields.
The sun will declare the winners,
The soldier's bodies will soon be gone...
Youth will never forget these heroes,
They shaped on their curbs and lawn.