Poem: In Ragweed And Clover


there they standOnly a silence echoing
From cannons long retired;
No volley of fire
streaking, wreaking death
On ghosts of men
Standing there, still waiting to die.

In a field bought
Not by coin, but by blood
and men’s bloody ideals
There they stand still
In timeless ragweed and clover.

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