Street Of Bones
By Bradene
Thu, 13 Aug 2009
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I imagine the cries, the screams,
the whispered prayers,
the lost dreams
of poor souls, whose bones lie
huddled, forever forlorn
beneath that street in Passchendaele.
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NEW Bradene like this neat
Permalink Submitted by Cavalcader on
NEW Bradene
like this neat complete so fewer
lines. Still to-day loosing love
ones so young aren't we sombodies
darlings?
julie cavalcader x (:-
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I imagine the cries, the
I imagine the cries, the screams,
the whispered prayers,
Wow nice stuff.
Very emotive
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'whose bones lie huddled' -
Permalink Submitted by MistakenMagic on
'whose bones lie
huddled'
- what an original image! Never thought of bones huddling before!
Magic xxx
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I really enjoyed this
Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
I really enjoyed this bradene - it reminds me of a piece of music
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Reading your tribute to
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Reading your tribute to those who died in this quagmire, this tragic battle - countless lives lost to gain so little, made me go cold, Val.
Stark words and a poem well written, but far better, of course, if words such as these had no cause ever to be uttered.
Very well done.
Tina xx
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Nice one Val. War/battles
Permalink Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
Nice one Val. War/battles never guarantee anything but the dead (bones). I'm sure they huddle together asking; 'Why are we here?'.
Good work!
Chris XX
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