The War and the Woods

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Sunday, May 25, 2008

Battle Wine

BATTLE WINE The sun rose on those who thought about home They were the one’s who felt they should go They wanted to fight to keep what they had The war wasn’t good in fact it was bad When we left we were boys but turned into men We watched our friend’s fall when the battle began There was blood on... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Stonepile

THE STONEPILE A plow did turn the soil once On a field in the spring months For all to see were stones uncovered Torn from the dirt they were discovered They were gathered by men one at a time Stacked and thrown along the fence line Now and then a fox would run Along the edge in the sun The young... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Leaves

THE LEAVES Orange and red they fall like soldiers I walked a trail I walked in old years Deep in the oak and the maple too I thought about war and the men who I’ve tried to forget God knows it’s true I still see the men I fought next to Their faces like the leaves all look the same And when one hits... Sign in to see full entry.

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I grew up on the hayfields, dirt roads, and in the woods of Northern Michigan. And when I was old enough went to war to fight for it all. In my soul is a special place for that land of my youth and the war that took it away.

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