Band of BrothersA Poem by EliA revision of the first draftA question rests on your silent tongue, waiting to be heard It pleads endlessly in your boundless, energetic eyes And I wonder why it has been held back so As words should come easily for one so free But, on this bitter, solemn day You walk among the thousands of tiny white crosses Embracing the merciful sounds of the crashing waves And see tears falling gently from those who remember All you can do is fall to your knees and look to the sky
And feel such powerful, unforgiving emotion? I've been to the final homes of those lived and passed, But why does this happen to me so?"
You take a final glance across the field, and bow your head in dismay Nothing makes sense about this moment, this lifetime But as you lay there, lost and confused, feeling nothing and everything, I whisper into the cutting wind, my words soaring without end
The resting place of lost futures, unfinished dreams Only those who lived among them, within their time, Truly know what these markers carry.
"And never remember them only as such, But as a Band of Brothers, A group of ordinary men in an extraordinary time And always know, this is just one of many homes, Where they can, and always will be, brothers."
© 2011 EliAuthor's Note
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Added on June 3, 2011Last Updated on November 15, 2011 Previous Versions AuthorEliCharleston, SCAboutI'm a 17 year old kid who loves writing, photography, reading, mathematics, science, and music! *IF you review any of my work, please don't just say how good it was. I want strict reviews that can.. more..Writing
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