Rising Sun Poem by Robert Page

Rising Sun

Rating: 4.5


The sun,
is rising.
The plane,
is flying.

The armies,
colliding.
The soldiers,
dying.

The bomb,
is falling.
a call,
warning.

The war's,
beginning.
The phone's,
ringing.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 18 November 2008

A lot in a few words

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Robert Page

Robert Page

hertfordshire, the UK
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