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Open Poetry #48

Sons of Lancashire

MICHELMAS
Member

since 2012-02-15

Posts 305
Lancashire England

0 posted 2012-03-01 08:40 AM

Sons of Lancashire

Poor wee spider spin me your yarn
The silver thread perchance so strong
Of moonlit sea to icy tarn
Of golden days of deeds not wrong

This sceptred Isle our love protects
From mountain top to valley green
In your mind's eye are there regrets
Land of beauty no better seen

On foreign shores a barrage creeps
As field by field and shredded tree
A man too soon his mother weeps
For he was told to keep us free

A body lies in flanders field
His pocket holds the letter read
He gave his all he did not yield
The white parchment now stained blood red

Her words to him were words of love
Each folded crease faint perfume still
Of newborn child for peace a dove
Just one last thought just one last will

Another boy who could not stay
No white feathers Gallipoli
From Lancashire now far away
A VC day to keep us free

His body torn no life within
A pocket watch his father gave
His love for her her love for him
It could not help, it could not save

Their lives that seeped into the ground
Their brilliant souls like church stained glass
A sole church bell, its mournful sound
She stands alone, Lancashire lass

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

1 posted 2012-03-01 10:48 AM

Has me in tears. Heart-quivering sadness sculpted into beauty.

Owl

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

2 posted 2012-03-02 03:02 AM

Beautifully sad, Michael.
Ida

suthern

Member Seraphic

since 1999-07-29

Posts 20723
Louisiana

3 posted 2012-03-13 03:18 PM

What a beautiful and touching write!

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