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The buildings sank into the quiet water mist,
a desperate offering to silent green.

Once, there were people here.
Streets felt sparkling cool.

But this stolen valley reclaims,
and we never did belong.
  Feb 2015 Thenotsosecretpoet
Jade Anne
WHEN I WAS WITH YOU THATS WHEN I RELIZED HOME WASN'T A PLACE, BUT A FEELING.
NOW YOU'RE GONE I'M SUDDENLY HOMELESS.
(j.a)
You throw me off balance with your twitter!

Talking with your head inside
a face book,

Don’t you know writers are finely tuned?

And like to be nowhere, except inside there own heads.

We are a selfish lot at times.

Now be quite and let me think!
Inside he was screaming, but he was too far out
for his wife to hear.
"poor man" The wife said "he's shouted all of his life".
Still inside the man was screaming.
"I heard you dear" Smiled the wife.
"Your shouting again".
But she never listened. I was much to far out
all of my life.
Inside i was screaming, not shouting.
Boudicca, long hair tangled and bunched; fiery flame red hair.

Warrior queen of the Iceni, daughter of these isles of tin.

Defender of freedom, leader of men, slayer of legions.

Through the mist the Britons, Celtic in origin; saw the legions.

Row upon row of tightly packed troops, shields locked together!

Flanked on either side by cavalry.  Above the silence orders could

Be heard echoing across the field, the leather harness’s creaked

Metal chinking, horses stomping and snorting, in the stillness.

Through the mist came the first rays of sunlight glinting on sharpened

Swords and spearheads; horns began to blow as the steady

Stomp of the legions moved forward in formation.

Boudicca’s eyes peered out from a face of blue woe. Bow strings

In turn began to creak death, as archers pulled back on their bows.

A slow chant from the Iceni, slow at first, began to build into a crescendo

Of noise, as the boom, boom of sword and axe rapped against wood shields.

Boudicca flame haired warrior queen stood proud and fearless on her chariot;

Daughters on each side of her, defiant against Gaius Suetonius Pauline’s

And the might of Rome.

Oh what a sight it must have been!
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