The Drums of War
By threeleafshamrock
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Smile for me, my time has come,
the lords of war beat loud their drum
and I must go and join the fear,
too fight for all, that I hold dear.
I know, you’ll not remember me,
if I should fall and cease to be,
but know, that I did love you well
and in my aching heart you’ll dwell.
With my last breath, I’ll longing sigh,
your name and so my last goodbye,
though doubtless sad, be tinged with joy,
as I recall, my baby boy.
He placed me gently in my cot,
and with blue ribbon, tied a knot
around this note, he left with me,
to read, when old enough to ‘see’.
And I have read a thousand times,
the words of love within the lines...
He fell at Ypres; there he lies,
beneath the [hard won] peaceful skies.
Each year, I wear my Poppy proud
and raise my eyes, too search the clouds;
I try hard, to equate the cost,
Of what we’ve won, with what we’ve lost?
Chris Birrane © 2011
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A poignant poem for this
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new threeleafshamrock Hi!
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This poem is very powerful
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