Landing
not where maps be told
Far discerned,
the enemy lies
Just beyond
the yonder ridge
Hiding in mist,
just down the line
Lost
to all who went away
Guns carry
not more than shell
Lives gone up
to heaven’s door
Ringing softly
on the bell
Though
we may have missed our mark,
Triumphant we
wish to become
Now discerned,
pray the enemy lies
Defeated
when this day is done
Author notes
Username inkink
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1. Poetic inspiration.
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae
A contest entry
- ANZAC Spirit by incondite.
600 points, ended May 3, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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User name in the author notes please. I'll comment further once it's been added.
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Done...thanks!
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Excellent poem! I love the way you have structured your thoughts in this. Great tribute to the ANZACs
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Nice poem. It remind me of the sentiments expressed in some of the World War I poetry such as the one you mentioned in your authors notes. Congratulations on a job well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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