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Until the Daylight Ends -- A P..
Until the Daylight Ends -- A Poem12 Years Ago
I stood there in the meadow
Where the cattle paths were
trodden down
And the breeze would bend the flowers
And the grass would spring back
from the ground.
And the great Pines in the distance
Would whisper to each other
Songs long forgotten
Songs of fallen Brothers.
Spotless was this sky of mine
And yes “mine” I rightly say
Not a ghost appeared upon it
For it was me that they obeyed.
Yes I stood there in the meadow
Hearing songs in the wind
Ordering the sky above
Until the daylight ends. |