The Sweet Fields of May

by Will Read - Gemini

And the maelstrom began, on the beat of a drum,
That rolled through the mist O'er the sweet fields of may.
As ten thousand sons belied their mothers pain,
in pursuit of their own.

And the dead and the living did bathe in the gore of the war. Breath to breath, with those brothers in arms... 
To death? 
That blessed place in the mist...
O'er the sweet fields of may... They lay!

Birth sign: Gemini
Date created: 2006-05-20 06:41:20
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:47:00
Poem ID: 71336

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