Verdun, 1917 by Felix Vallotton
Bullets fly
Children die
Young hearts
Brave hearts
The wounded cry
The medics fly
Young hearts
Brave hearts
Mothers wait
Fathers pace
For their young hearts
Their brave hearts
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World War I was supposed to be the
"War to end all Wars"
But we all know today that was not to be.
Today is the day to remember all those
who died so that we could have the freedoms
we sometimes too carelessly take for granted.
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Tess Kincaid chose this appropriate image for her
blog Magpie Tales. You can read more entries here:
Brava, Ms. Kathe ... brava!!
ReplyDeleteI like the simplicity and the repetition...great job.
ReplyDeleteYoung hears, brave hearts. Yes they were and are. We send our children to war before they can imagine the reality. Well done Kathe.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, really tragic. Kisses.
ReplyDeleteNice form! :-)
ReplyDeleteBut I believe western soldiers are adult men.Why they go to war, though, today, is another question.
DRY
Not knowing why
soldiers die we
should cry no more.
Yes, bravo.
ReplyDeleteI'm touched. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYes... way too young if you ask me... but oh so brave
ReplyDeleteSad that so much sacrifice didn't result in a war to end all wars.
ReplyDeleteYoung and brave- hearts, hands, yes indeed I really like the rhythm too.
ReplyDeleteOur youth are squandered in big boy's games of king of the hill. We remember, but never learn.
ReplyDeleteWar, no matter the reason, and especially for the country attacked, is always a tragedy.
ReplyDeleteI like the way this poem moves. Nicely put.
ReplyDeleteGreat words and message.
ReplyDeleteLest we forget...
ReplyDeleteWill our reality ever measure up to our dreams?..love what you wove here!
ReplyDeleteOh, Kathe - you captured the essence so succinctly. My dad would've loved it!
ReplyDeleteps......just had a look at your Mexico pics and think I could be doing with one of those shell phones..lol!
If only those who make such decisions read poetry. And cry.
ReplyDeleteand all for a bunch of degenerate squabbling aristocrats who just couldnt let go of their feuding ways . much like today .
ReplyDeleteOh, I really like this one!
ReplyDeleteAnd it seems like we are kind of on the same page today.
=)
Beautiful write - and our children do die on the battlefield...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I'm putting much the same comment here that I put elsewhere.
ReplyDeleteWe honour those who gave their lives so as to protect their country and the freedom of its people. Then we go to wars that we shouldn't and more people die - service personnel are honoured as their caskets draped in their country's flag are brought home. Their names are carved on memorial stones but who remembers the names of the innocents - the children, the mothers, the fathers, the sisters, the brothers - in far away lands that we should never have touched where families mourn their dead but there are no tombs with inscriptions there.