Song Poem by Barry Middleton

Song



the song of the mill
sawing through timber

the owl at midnight
that I still remember

the boom of a shotgun
across a field

the death of the meek
who carry no shield

the terror of riders
deep in the night

the snake in the garden
that fills us with fright

the blood and carnage
the produce of battle

so many cut down
and treated like chattel

I wish to go back
to the song of the mill

the owl in the woodland
and peace on the hill

Monday, February 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,escape,terrorism,war
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dimitrios Galanis 01 February 2016

Scenes like these still existing in our youth's age in U S too?

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