Poems from groovedwarepeople
It was hard to believe the war was over, it seemed to be all the same
Bitterly cold in a shell-shocked land being beaten by drizzling rain...
He saw her first, when he was but fifteen,
She was cute, the cutest he’d seen.
But oh so young, maybe not yet a teen,
He said, …. not a...
Started by a single shot
A red poppy on the wall
The world became a melting pot
A red poppy on the wall
Young they were that marched away...
A life well lived is a full life of pain
Physical, mental and heartfelt gain
Highest of high and lowest of low
Weeks that ebb and years...
‘Tis ancient, the land of the morning calm
With peaceful villages and green rice farms
Where mungungwha bloom as from heaven
And sacred...