The Battle Field Poem by Sharron Stephenson

to see the tide shift from smooth,
to rough,

the north wind change, the clouds turn,
grey,
the mountain tops are covered in mist and,
snow,

boats heading to sea,
birds are singing a happy tune,

lights come on as darkness falls,

people walking or driving home from work,

but must we forget that there are living things,
in this world that we must never forget,
about,

bloody battles, wars which poeple die,
just because poeple say to fight,

so stand tall,
stay strong,
and in our hearts,
we win in the end,

take a moment to think about the place you,
wish to live