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WARM DUSKY NIGHTS
ON WARM DUSKY NIGHTS,
WHERE NOW ONLY THE WEEDS STAND GUARD.
WATCHED OVER BY THE SAME MOON AND STARS
MEN ONCE FOUGHT AND DIED.
ON GROUND SCORCHED BY FIRE,GRASS NOW GROWS,
WHILE IN THE SILENT MOONLIT NIGHTS
MISTY GREY FIGURES RISE, READY FOR BATTLE
CARRYING ON A WAR LONG ENDED.
NO RATTLING GUN OR SCREAM OF SHELLS,
NO CRIES FROM WOUNDED OR THE DYING.
THE FIT HAVE GONE HOME NOW.
THE DEAD LIE WHERE THEY'VE FALLEN.
nice work .
hello Jim again, reading another one here of your poems, i have to tell you i just love this one too.Very sad but such beautiful piece! Love your poetry, read more very soon, and thank you for this one too, i wish i have more time to read the rest now, but i dont, but soon i will checking on more. The best to you, your friend in poetry Lady.