Monday, May 28, 2012

"Fallen" (poem)

It's a long holiday weekend, but first and foremost it's a day of remembrance.
Let us not forget.

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A stunning visual prompt from Margo Roby (Wordgathering, Tuesday Tryouts)

Taken by Timothy H. O'Sullivan Type: Photography-Photoprint Medium: albumen print mounted on paper Repository:Smithsonian American Art Museum

~ Fallen ~

Lay them down in the fields of sweet barley and rye,
Let them pause just a bit till they’re ready to fly,

Don’t bend over them, don’t morn, don’t weep,
Don’t disturb their rest, let them sleep, let them sleep.

They will gather their strength, and together they’ll rise,
All like one they’ll take flight to the still paradise,

Where the children await, where the wives of their own
They’ll embrace at the gate, where the fields lie unmown. 

Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur


  1. Beautiful tribute. The photo brings everything in to stark reality.

  2. Thank you. It really is a stunning photograph.

  3. oh put tears in my eyes...this is a beautiful tribute...and the remeeting of the families in the end is what got me...happy memorial day...

  4. A poignant Memorial Day poem. Thanks.


  5. beautiful, very nice.

  6. Happy! I really enjoy the way in which you've written this. Holds much weight in hope that their end is indeed not an end. Important detail to grasp. Thank you!

  7. Thank you, Hannah. I hope the memory of them does not end, either.

  8. Very stunning, haunting poem and image, Happy. So glad you linked it to dVerse.

  9. Thank you very much for your comment and the opportunity to link the poem, happy to be at dVerse. And thank you for your heartfelt Memorial Day post, Victoria.

  10. Though the picture is haunting and sad, your words are uplifting and lovely to read ~ Thanks for sharing them ~

    1. Thank you, Heaven, I wanted sadness and loss, but also air and a trace of hope. No darkness. Glad if it worked.

  11. A very beautiful poem. It moved me so...

  12. The harrowing image of war, mixed with your words, should be a lesson to all who wish to wage war on this planet we all share.

  13. War is an awful thing, but I didn't want to condemn with my poem, I wanted to evoke the feeling of peace and closure, "airy" sadness sort of, a sense of memory.