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Memories

by Elizabeth Davis

They say
The rebuilding
Is nearly done,
Battlefields
Are green And calm.
The staining blood
Has washed away,
The bullet holes
Patched,
Neglected tombstones
Bearing names
Of those
Who fought,
Who are now
Only dry names.
Tattered uniforms,
Obsolete weapons,
Now regale
Museum's shelves;
The war
Faded and forgotten,
Banished to
History's
Dusty pages.
But
I
Remember fresh
What it was like,
The blood and pain,
The tears and lives,
The horrors
That tore apart
The ground,
For me
The Rebuilding
Will never
Be done.






Copywrite Elizabeth M. Davis 2005