Tom Stanley's aka bucksavage poem and poem feedback thread. Discussion welcome!

[bucksavage]

Yeah I noticed the theme as well....and the latest I wrote today has some element of the theme as well....I'll try to get it typed up tonight, or tomorrow. 

[bucksavage]

From Windswept Desert Sands We Cry

From windswept desert sands we cry,
The dead upon dead who marched to die,
The brothers forged, hearts beating fire,
A gunshot symphony a dismal choir;

Or from the forests dark and deep
Where ghostly soldiers trudge their sleep,
The tanks echoes still ring clear,
Their dark chorus a veil of fear;

Some found faith in the trench,
Some lost it amidst the stench
Of death and suphur, blood and bone,
Fighting and dreaming of making it home;

They spilled bloody tears in the mud and sand,
Fought for freedom in foreign lands,,
Now the flowers mark the brave,
Solemn stones soldier on by the grave. 

©  Tom Stanley