Faye Sizemore

WOULD THAT WAR WAS O’ER

Walk with me now
through this troubled land
Hold tightly to my hand
I tell you the waters still run redly with blood
… blood of my brothers… coursing like a flood
The placid plowed fields
the battles` relics yield
The foe may be gone
but the memories do not move on
You may… today… dry my tears
but they are endless through the years
Light and love brightly shine…
that`s why they are engraved upon my heart
… these lost brothers of mine…

In reply to the poem, “When War is No More” – ©Copyright July 12, 2007 by Melanie C. Campos ~ MahTame