The breeze blows softly o’er the field
Where brothers fought and then were killed
Both blue and gray their red blood spilled
Upon the sacred ground
“Fight to the death!” their solemn vow
“Injustice we will not allow!”
But cannon’s roar is silent now
There’s not a single sound
I hoist a flag above the sea
Of crosses - white as white can be -
Though they waged war to keep us free
Some men were never found
Yet others carried to the grave
The guilt, though try, they could not save
Their comrades who fought hard - died brave
When gunfire fell around
The battle raged for many days
‘Neath blazing sun and misty haze
Their volleys set the field ablaze
No safety could be found
This land still echoes out the noise
Of screaming men and crying boys
Who died before they knew life’s joys
I’m haunted by the sound
I bow my head and lift a prayer
Of peace for people everywhere
Then rub my eyes to dry the tears
That fall on sacred ground
A contest entry
- "Anything Goes!...Well almost...kinda....sorta....uh...." by islekine.
600 points, ended August 12, 2007, 31 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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"I bow my head and lift a prayer
Of peace for people everywhere
Then rub my eyes to dry the tears
That fall on sacred ground"
miraculous lines, and meticulous craftsmanship.
thanks a lot for sharing .
warm regards,
Himadri.
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Awesome job on a provocative period in our nation's history that I believe we may never fully recover from.
I cannot single out any one piece that I admire most because I love the whole poem. Fantastic work Ruth.
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I bow my head and lift a prayer
Of peace for people everywhere
Then rub my eyes to dry the tears
sounds like good advice -
Excellent....
Just what I was looking for....
Great entry...Thanks!
*PEACE*
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-wonderful
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Fantastic!!! And Amazing!!!
Ruth my friend I am glad my wife sunshinegirl sent me this link she was right this write is just amazing I loved every word of it thanks for sharing this wonderful read and keep your pen flowing
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Ruth, i meant to ask you what is this form? three lines rhyme and each fourth line ryhmes, i like this style very much..you make it flow so well, but i know this is due to your gift of writing...i can only admire your talent.
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poetry in every sense. this should be published and written as a forward in books on the U.S. Civil War, it is very moving and true to the era ...
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Dear friend never do you provide a piece of work that i have not loved.You have the ability to place in words thoughts that others would have trouble in finding.
Little to Say except Excellent Good luck in the contest
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Super!
this is soo cool I love it! it remindes me of when my grandpa use to take me to the Cemetery and he would tell me about his days like this poems... I like this poem a lot!
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Fantastic!!! And Amazing!!!
WOW!!!!!!! What a read this is! I have never had the chance to visit these cemetaries, but this is one of the most fantastic reads I have read in a long time! I will sending a link to my husband and son. My son has been to the tomb of the unknown soldier, and my husband is fascinated with this time in history, I am sure they both will enjoy this read as much as I did! Best of luck to you in this contest! Thanks for sharing such a wonderful piece with us!
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i cant critic u either im not that good i love ur poetry though and i dont want ur points i just want u to comment my poems
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good
I am not a good enough poet to critic you. However i will say I felt what you wanted, and enjoyed the imagery.
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... I've been to these graveyards. Very haunting. The images stick with you.
I'll give you a better comment on this when I judge. I just had to mention that.
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