Peace

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 31st Mar 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Cutting wires rust and fade into the earth to become a memory of madness in our brave new world,
The end of a time, a time of such sadness, when life was so short but dead men were the beacon,
When nights were so long and nights were so lonely that sleep was a dream, a dream of back home,

Peace

A sound drifted from a distant field, a horse threshed, men mowed grass on a new spring day,
Saddened men bathed in beautiful perfumes, a large sun shone in the sky, and the sun shone hope
Resting upon battlements, beneath there was a low voice of water, as frozen filth drained away,
The fierce frosted glittering arches were made of thawing clay, to seep away, on a spring day.

These structures seemed like fairy castles but the where the tombs of many friends and of hero's,
In rusted structures light shafts of sun found fighting holes from guns and yellow light blazed,
My countrymen lay in fields of green richness,and they have found their new warm resting places,
So in the spring of a new year spirits may rise, peace may reign, and Trojans may go home again.

Eggs hatch, new birds fly without any dread, they have never seen fear or touched the cold dead,
So they sing, that's what birds do, and they fly high into turquoise skies and play birds games,
Light breezes blow away dust, angels rest on sides of deep ditches and dog roses twist eastward,
Flowers begin to grow again, while muddy men look around and weep warm tears for what has been.

Could this be the day, the day of days, were people who use different words smile at each other,
Barbed wires rust and fade into the earth, to become a memory of madness, in our brave new world,
The end of a time, a time of such sadness, when life was so short and dead men were shining beacons,
When nights were so long and nights were so lonely that sleep was a dream, a dream of back home,

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Peace, Peace And Contentment, Peace And Harmony, Peace And Truth, Peace In Our Time, Peace In The Lord, Peace Of The World, Peaceful, Peacefulness

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author avatar Terry Trainor
I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
31st Mar 2013 (#)

Thank you Steve and have a good night

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
1st Apr 2013 (#)

All round peace and peaceful sleep was given but we humans spoil them - and dig own graves repeating our follies endlessly. Our bane. Thanks Terry for a thought provoking poem - siva

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author avatar Terry Trainor
1st Apr 2013 (#)

Peace to you my Brother

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author avatar Songbird B
13th May 2013 (#)

Powerful and so deeply moving..Your poem is haunting Terry..Who could read this and remain untouched?

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