by | Mar 29, 2017 | Poetry | 0 comments

Each magnificent tree could tell a story
Of horror and death and sometimes glory
Those trees of which some still remain
Have seen battles fought in their domain
They have seen soldiers giving all they can
Seen the bravery of man
Seen anger, hatred, blood and gore
And seen killings by the score
Those trees from their lofty view
Acquired more knowledge than me and you
It wasn’t just carnage that they saw
It was the futility of war


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