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Warriors of the East
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Warriors of the East |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
They were the warriors of the East. Their long hair flowed with the wind Like the palms of my hand standing to the sky Where the Romans chipped away at the clouds Like the rubble that fell next to the pillars of each castle. Each winter they came for another glass Red wine flowing like the gardens of eden, The flow of such roses that the river bowed its head And the red pastel silenced the mountains of the far West. They were men, but they were friends first, Their hands in unison, lines like vines around the forests that surrounded them. Feet just north of where their cabin stood, Just north of the cemeteries that lay their fellow comrades, Their fellow brethren. They walked until the end of where it said forever, Walked to the children that lost their lives to the plague of the town, Shun the cold stares of the lonely and unfortunate, They were the warriors of the east. |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
I can see them standing there, proud and strong. I like the feel of this one... especially that first line of the last stanza. "We'll chase them like rats across the tundra." |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
A hunter's poem, and a good one. |
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