What sweeter
Trade or swords to shovels
And the fields of war to blooming flower
Canon fodder to orchards
The sons of man, they remember their fathers
And I am no more than leaving
Leaves who’s turning brings brighter years
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J M (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
well written
indeed, that's what rests in the hearts
of all those hopeful parents
and heroes that willingly toil and sacrifice
believing, and intrusting in us who survive them:
'Leaves who’s turning brings brighter years'
(thanks for sharing)
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