A Series of Poems: Lark!
Posted By: (ENS) Rabid_Gallagher<rabid_masterchief@hotmail.com>
Date: 11 December 2004, 8:13 PM
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From wrath-red dawn to wrath-red dawn, The guns have brayed without abate And now the sick sun looks upon The bleared, blood-boltered fields of hate As if it loathed to rise again How stange the hus! Yet sudden, hark! Fom yon down-trodden gold of grain The leaping rapture of a lark!
A fusillade of melody, That sprays us from yon trench of sky A new amzing enemy We cannot silence though we try A battery on radiant wings That from yon gap of golden fleece Hurls at us hopes of such strange things As joy and home and love and peace
Pure heart of song! do you not know That we are making earth a hell? Or is it that you try to show Life still is joy and all is well? Brave little wings! Ah, not in vain You beat into that bit of blue Lo! we who pant in war's red rain Lift shining eyes, see Heaven too.
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