Living now in North Wales and a grand mother. My life long wish has always been to be a paperback writer, but I cannot afford it.
The fighting is over, the battle is won
Overhead the crows are gathering
The dead lay like a grisly carpet
Those not dead groan or cry and pray softly
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As night falls, the bats do flit
From the old belfry tower
A barn owl silently ghosts
Across the flowery meadow
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As I wander down the lonely road of life
I wonder why all I've ever had
Is a truck load of strife
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There is a power in taking
But more power in giving
There is a power in revenge
But more power in forgiving
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