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All the cannons, all the smoke, early sunrise coming,
Scattered all about the landscape, men and boys lay dying,
Staining all the grass and meadow, blood on grass is showing,
Once again another day when young boys now are dying.

Fresh-faced babies, gathered in crowds, come to test their mettle,
Full of dreams and evening strolls, while whistling bullets flying,
Recalling days of past, short youth, none came here with dreams,
Planes with bombs and propellers sounding, war is now a flying.

Marching madness, ground war mounting, hear the babies crying,
Holding shoulders high and fast,  this meadow will be knowing,
For every blade of grass we see, the color green will be removing,
So, now proud solider, with head held high, begins now a crying.

The undertaker, this busy man, will begin to build the coffins,
While taking youth and squandering souls, bodies not lay lying,
What will be done and who  must die, when giving all they have residing,
Deep within, and made of wood, there lies the road of coffins.

More come soon, these fresh-faced children, ready to **** another,
Brother on brother, and unknown youth, will **** without shying,
No one know the mental mind when killing is now the sporting,
Girls at home, so pinning worth, will console one another.
Came on one day, the darkened clouds,
That hung in sky, a gloomy companion,
With rain, so summer, dropped steadily,
The sun did not come readily out today.

Damp sidewalks, pavements, black as coal,
With whistling wind that danced in trees,
A cool, invigorating massage of  face and skin,
A spiritual rebirth so surely on its wandering way.

Humidifying to our own bodies and souls,
The mugginess comes and moments of listless day,
So counting moments as they flashed before us,
Another, blustery fall day we shared today.

So, endless puddles of deepen water wells,
Splash out before us when we came to play,
But walking faster, the bus that flies by us,
Is lightened as the sun peeks out to shine the way.
Came on one day, the darkened clouds,
That hung in sky, a gloomy companion,
With rain, so summer, dropped steadily,
The sun did not come readily out today.

Damp sidewalks, pavements, black as coal,
With whistling wind that danced in trees,
A cool, invigorating massage of  face and skin,
A spiritual rebirth so surely on its wandering way.

Humidifying to our own bodies and souls,
The mugginess and moments of listless day,
So counting moments as they flashed before us,
Another, blustery fall day we shared today.

So, endless puddles of deepen water wells,
Splash out before us when we came to play,
But walking faster, the bus that flies by us
Is lightened as the sun peeks out to shine the way.
She came down from the highest hills,
To spread her hope, sweet  Alice Fay,
Turn lonely night to loveliest day,
She came, thank God, our Alice Fay.

Said part of nature, so wild and free,
With darkest eyes, just she could see,
A hope and joy she spread like fire,
We held her heart with our deepest desire.

Once she in village small and steep,
Her family toiled the land to weep,
Each day brought hope, she sang a song,
She lived her life the whole day long.

Skin so lovely, and laughter so free,
A magical spirit on bended knee,
She gave to God what God decreed,
No haughty pleasure would she need.

Once down, the world surrounded on,
She lived each day, beginning the dawn,
To spread her love, second nature it seemed,
She loved and laughed and dared to dream.

Then came a time, as times so often do,
She met a man, so young, so brave and true,
And married did they as young folks will,
A hummingbird was on the window sill.

Came the children in droves, no harm,
They needed the people to work the farm,
She rose each morning and put on kettle,
The country folks, so endowed with mettle.

We do believe she raised her children to believe,
To get you have to give and not always receive,
Taught them right and wrong and the other ways,
To truthfully live in peace for all your days.

The children matured, had families of their own,
Worked hard their farms, their fingers to the bone,
Her husband passed on a cold, rainy hard day,
She had him buried, and that was her way.

But time wears on a most hurried heart,
Takes us to death from an early start,
Then one day a reaper comes hauntingly along,
To silence the bonny lasses song.
She took my soul, my body remained,
My wandering mind went so insane,
The thoughts of where she was tonight,
Gave my imagination a fearful sight.

Her sumptuous taste, with lovely skin,
Her eyes so hidden, so deeply within,
The perfume of her feminine design,
Intoxicated my weary and rapid brain.

Soon mapped her body, so longed for her,
The devious beginnings began to stir,
A passion created from deep inside the earth,
In my imaginations began its birth.

Rang up her life, but no one was home,
Great God, am I now so very alone?
Walked past her flat, knew it was wrong,
What happened to our lover's song?

Poured countless nights with pen in hand,
How could her mind never understand?
The difficulty in a rebounding from pain,
While lingering longer in the pouring rain.

Tonight, my longing turned instantly to lust,
It's love almighty we no longer must trust,
If she found some such magical, new beau,
I'm cast adrift, this much I now must know.
Since times of Spanish exploration,
They ran like gods of speed and thunder,
Across the open plains and wild country,
With eyes on fire and flowing manes.

All colors on their backs of majesty,
They roamed in packs, a brotherhood,
Hell bent on some, yet distance future,
No man could tame them readily.

Their pace so frantic, a restless brood,
They feared all men, and rightly so,
So when the time came to contain them,
They ran their fastest, uneven road.

Living off the land they circled,
In canyons vast with red-rock walls,
Near streams so frigid, shadows deep,
They'd stop to have their fill of life.

Their snorts and breathing, surreal it was,
A call to distance friends who still roamed,
Their muscles hardened, never slowed them,
A magical part of what nature showed.

Then came the conquistadors, gold to find,
With needing means to travel the land,
Saw these gods of flight and fancy,
Deciding they should conquer all.

But wild resist man's arrogant pleasure,
Some died a royal death then now alone,
And man, the most selfish, took their freedom,
But could not stop their restless souls.
Those on high,
See me cry,
Feel my pain,
Life is insane,
No more home,
I'm all alone,
Can't see his face,
This empty place,
No laughter here,
Life gone I fear,
No more I know,
While life below,
My son came back,
From life's attack,
Gave all for us,
Did not a fuss,
Why war so near,
Takes those so dear,
And those behind,
No purpose find,
My heart is hurt,
My hope desert,
Can't hug him so,
I'm dying slow,
So hug your child,
So tenderly,
And truly see,
How precious done,
My lovely son.
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