A most unusual of nights, no moon
or star through seeping smoke
blackening sky and skin
for these moments of quiet respite
from grueling gavel of gunfire.
I am here for my harvest smile
over lands that I love,
here by order of a distant drum,
here for mother of my skin,
here for my children who need
freedom to stand and admire heaven.
My loneliness roils deep in my bones
of bravery slipped on like a uniform
for wood smoke unsaturated
by bite of powder and chorus of hymns
not the scorch of screams.
My soul requires truce; a hand on the heart
of warriors who war to be filled for a moment
with that which we all serve, the need for Peace
and a touch of humanness, kinness and kind,
while they wrestle with wanting
not to have to be there
where the guts and the glory are simply young men
who stand at the forefront of future’s dear calm.
Author notes
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_truce
John
McCutcheon "Christmas in the trenches" http://www.downloads.nl/search/mp3/1/Christmas
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Line four of last stanza misspelled please correct please do it quickly.
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no, I mean kin ness.....as in relatedness...
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a poem of truths as we all feel this way, life has its
treasures as the troops are those of whom I consider
as we live in comfort,how do they stay warm, very nice post, good luck in this contest..mm
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This is an amazing and powerful poem. Your words will stay with me for a long time. I wish you all good luck in the contest. All my best wishes from Rose xx
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I love this whole poem but especially the stanza. That pretty much says all that needs to be said. Very well I might add... Best of luck in the contest...
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