Elysian Fields

Elysian Fields

A Poem by Deepwater
"

souls have traveled up from this hell

"

Sunshine breaks the dawn as stench of decay drifts on the winds our way,

The beast we have tempered today, but tomorrow is a new morn.

Across this desolate land we pray, God above give us one more day.

We stack the dead in holes of gray, behind the wire and trenches they lay.

Nameless are the ones who fell, all young lost hope we bury their shells

All souls have traveled up from this hell, to live in Elysian Fields.

gw

  

© 2014 Deepwater


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

Nicely done, GW. A whispered prayer which could be from any soldier, on any side, from any conflict during any era, but I suspect because of the references to trenches and barbed wire you are writing about WWI; the War to end all Wars. Simple, but most prayers spoken during the heat of battle usually are.

Nicely done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

Nicely done, GW. A whispered prayer which could be from any soldier, on any side, from any conflict during any era, but I suspect because of the references to trenches and barbed wire you are writing about WWI; the War to end all Wars. Simple, but most prayers spoken during the heat of battle usually are.

Nicely done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is good.. again.. it is eloquent in it's simplicity.. a prayer whispered warrior to warrior..

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

156 Views
2 Reviews
Rating
Added on September 2, 2014
Last Updated on September 2, 2014

Author

Deepwater
Deepwater

Katy, TX



About
Hello Thank you for looking In. Just an Old Soldier, Veteran British Army 70-?? Likes to write poems for Fun and fishing in the Gulf of Mexico, have loved and lost now write, Please Keep Writ.. more..

Writing
Age Age

A Poem by Deepwater