RAIN UPON THE BATTLEFIELD
(A Poem by Jean F.) (c) 2007
All is quiet now...
Wifts of smoke rise up
Wafting through air,
Until only moments ago,
Filled with the roar of battle...
Their guns, now silent,
Lie beside the fallen,
Their suffering done
Ended for all eternity…
Now falls a gentle rain,
Warm and bittersweet,
Mixing with life's blood
Upon the ground...
Embraces overflowing,
With innocent flowers --
Reaching out arms
That once held their loves --
Women dressed in black…
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