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Village by the sea . . .
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Village by the sea . . . |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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Village by the sea. The hills are green. Orchards heavy with fruit. Swords and shields upon the wall, our horses pull the easy plow. Our strong arms draw nets to harvest the Baltic feast. Good fortunes increase with every day ending in sunsets pink to blue the hue of our happiness. Our songs long no more than this. Yet, in the evening while we lay with Käti beneath the twinkling stars, our hearts are drawn to young brothers there in far off Austria where we spilled our blood against the Turkish horde, and know; that while our limbs are strong, against that which we now for long: the princely pleasures our Polish peace, settled lives with happy wives near rolling fields rich with wheat, we shall not sleep should we hear again distant Vienna suffering. Our blood is red. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
remembering the sacrifice, with thankfulness, yet knowing the struggle often waits over the horizon powerful poem, great imaging Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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quatro Member
since 2003-04-29
Posts 392Galveston, Texas |
"and know; that while our limbs are strong, against that which we now for long: the princely pleasures our Polish peace, settled lives with happy wives near rolling fields rich with wheat, we shall not sleep should we hear again distant Vienna suffering." This stanza did it for me! Wonderful job here. quatro |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
oh...this is wonderfuL! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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