Field of Youth

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Finding you wasn't hard

Although you all looked the same

Beneath ever changing skies

Stark bright and upright

Against Summer cornflower skies

Bathed in sleepy Autumn hues

Pure, under skirts of wintery slate

Did you think, at twenty two

Generations would stand here

Imagining the glory, the fear

Gripping anger and sorrow

 

Racing clouds allow the sun a turn

Your gentle name alight

In thirty rows of harvested youth

Brushed by rays of life-giving fingers

I stand humbled by your fall

Your sacrifice and your love.

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Anna Ghislena

Thu 5th Nov 2015 13:00

Thank you for taking the time to read it everyone. A x

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 4th Nov 2015 16:59

A most touching dedication to those - still standing to attention in the ranks on view - who gave all they could
ever give.
A young uncle I was never to know is among them "over
there".

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Harry O'Neill

Wed 4th Nov 2015 14:26

Anna,
By chance I read this without seeing the picture on the blog section. It wasn`t until lines eight and nine that I got the message and remembered the date (It`s the age).

Congratulations on the quiet and humble delicacy of this.

(and also that `in thirty rows of harvested youth`)

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Ged the Poet

Tue 3rd Nov 2015 21:56

This wonderful work you promised did not dissapoint Anna.

"In thirty rows of harvested youth
Brushed by rays of life-giving fingers
I stand humbled by your fall
Your sacrifice and your love"

Beautiful words and a wonderful humble tribute.

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