"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

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~ 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