The Landscape Of The National Cemetery At Dead Winter Poem by Kinsley Lee

The Landscape Of The National Cemetery At Dead Winter



Kinsley Lee

The late day of the dead winter, the river flows blue
And from the peak of the hill the cold winds blow this land.
The rain drops on the hills and it be the river and come through,
And it looks as if it surrounds and guards this hollowed land.

The fields and mountains lost it's desolate shape
And when look up the eyes, the tall tower approaches
And far away the buildings the mountains drape
The mists and surround the various city's torches.

The whitish tombstones form the divided queue
Like the honor guards, and like white cap the unmelted snows
Cover the top of the tombstones, at the military review.
And the spectators're no named blue birds and crows.

Always, the tombstones wake up by the morning bugle
And go to bed according to the sounds of the last post.
At midday's calm, they idle away the new with Purple
Heart, at night dreaming the old days' guard post.

Why they are lying? In this calm and hollowed land,
Left from their lovely family and home town at their young
Days. They must be the bastions for heart of the people in the land,
And always they should be the immortal flares to the young.

But now they are forgotten, in still the river is flowing
Like the old days, but the surroundings are changed, lights are glow.
On the both sides of the bridges, and many cars are running
Along the roads, the old form, never people know.

What had done in this area? The battles and the blooding,
But they won't recollect and regard it as the passed, in the history,
But the war's not the passed by affairs without returning,
If we are forgetting, it can write the horrible new story.

Now the winds blow from the river, very cold
As if it awaken the people don't recollect the old lesson.
On the returning way, the tombstones whisper the old
Stories. "Never forget the history and old lesson! "

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this poem for missing the young soldiers who are laid in the national cemetery and warn the young who has forgotten the war.
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