Now, the guns are silenced
There are no trenches
Nothing to be a battlefield
Just farmland with the quietness
Of clouds are gently going cross
Without gunpower
And the poppies still grow row by row
Are the only memories of overa hundred years
Is in the wind
And if you hear carefully, you will hear a biplane
Ghostly flying in the air
A powerful poem of remembrance. LeeAnn, your last 2 lines are...priceless. Great work, my friend!
Wo beautifully penned. A journey from the war to the peace. Brilliantly illustrated! Bravo!
The time you describe so fully captured, this poem becomes indelible in Time, Its greatness deeply felt!
Those were not the very best days of anyone's life. So well depicted here they come alive
Nice afterwar scenario, what left is the ultimate recourses to be built again.
war is over, still memories haunting.. a nicely composed poem. Thanks for the sharing.
A very nicely written historical piece, LeeAnn. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write LeeAnn x Thank you for sharing x