John McChord

Fodder

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

Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    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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