Kneeling ,
So still
Beneath the tree,
His empty sten across his knee,
Looking so alive, the blue face of death
Belied it, defending his comrades, he gave his life,
Beneath a tree kneeling.
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Kneeling ,
So still
Beneath the tree,
His empty sten across his knee,
Looking so alive, the blue face of death
Belied it, defending his comrades, he gave his life,
Beneath a tree kneeling.
If this piece moved you, let the writer know.