The Battlefield Poem by David Harris

The Battlefield



Hear the sound of retreating trumpets
in the distance where they play.
The battle is over now,
but will commence again another day.
The battlefield is strewn with bodies
where the old and young fell
on a field where two armies clashed
and now among the dead the dying moan and yell.

3 July 2010

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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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