Fallow From Our Minds
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Where once they fell
‘neath a bloodshot sky
To the screech of shells
That shredded lives

Flowers now suck from decaying bones
In soil rich with fallen memories
No rifles or bayonets, just dirt and stones
In land steeped with gorious deeds

Felled where stood, they rise to nature’s beat
Folded in ground now offering release
Flowers grace land where once they breached
And stalks stretch to skies that arms never reached

Gentle the land that took them with pity
Regenerating their bones on sunlit days
Where butterflies kiss sunflowers with seraphic gaiety
Whose surrogate arms touch the light summer’s haze

The day now yawns and turns its head
To the past, the present and a hopeful tomorrow
With softer skies and memories to bed
Let these halcyon lands never lie fallow

From our minds

Remember.

Appropriate for Armistice Day, I have written a song called The Letter in my native Scottish folk style. Read more about it here

Fallow From Our Minds

‘Stalks stretch to a sky that arms never reached’

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