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I was told by my peers   That honor and valor   Could be found in a far-off field,   As if war was a scavenger hunt   Wherein men of all ages   Fought to the death   Looking for little baubles   And adjectives.   I was told to return   With my shield or on it,   And how different those words sound   When you listen to the shells, shouts, and screams   In a far-off field.   But when this land sleeps in silence,   The locals can be grateful   That all the young boys   Looking for adjectives and baubles   Have made a far-off field   Full of daisies,   Beautiful in the sun   And graceful on the breeze.
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Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
To Make a Meadow
I was told by my peers   That honor and valor   Could be found in a far-off field,   As if war was a scavenger hunt   Wherein men of all ages   Fought to the death   Looking for little baubles   And adjectives.   I was told to return   With my shield or on it,   And how different those words sound   When you listen to the shells, shouts, and screams   In a far-off field.   But when this land sleeps in silence,   The locals can be grateful   That all the young boys   Looking for adjectives and baubles   Have made a far-off field   Full of daisies,   Beautiful in the sun   And graceful on the breeze.
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joshua-brown
American
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
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