A curtain of lighted beauty
rises with nature starring the show.
A land of enchanted scenery
of a brand I never did know.
Sometimes there's a pause
You'll hear frieghtfull sounds of war.
But when the great guns simmer down
there's haunting quietness near and far.
While day is drawing to a close
the tenseness engulfs the sky.
The echo of sounding guns
tells you day has passed you by.
Now and then the show of earthly beauty
lingers quietly without a care.
The night just noiselessly opens up but-
quiet nights here are so rare.
DelCano 2002 November
1 comment:
Such a sentimental soldier song. I can almost see a war torn sergeant major in his tent, writing in a mud cloaked journal this song you have so perfectly worded. Beautiful poem, Spencer. These are the kinds I love (but then again, being a lass, I have a thing for soldiers!)
~Tania
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