Bill Mitton

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Roses In A Lions Den - Poem by Bill Mitton

Across the fields where
once a bugle played
The returning echo
of the children’s laughter.
Ground that shook to
history’s martial boot
Sings now to the small joyous
feet that tread the future.
Blessed time has thinned
The rows of marching men
Into a rainbow crocodile
of curiosity and wonder.
Now where rifle and
bayonet once held sway
A sand pit and plastic slide
Give the calling and the purpose
Nor am I sad at what I see
For things are, here at least, in order.
Children at play and learning
And wars and soldiering, held
Safe, within old men’s memories.


Comments about Roses In A Lions Den by Bill Mitton

  • Lucy Burrow (1/4/2006 3:22:00 PM)


    Ernestine, I couldn't have put it better myself! Great write again Bill,
    Regards,
    Lucy
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  • Ernestine Northover (1/4/2006 11:52:00 AM)


    Lovely one Bill, I loved reading this, past and future meeting together with no irony. Great. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 3, 2006



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