{"id":22656,"date":"2016-08-13T17:10:21","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T21:10:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22656"},"modified":"2016-08-13T17:53:22","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T21:53:22","slug":"fields-of-france","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/fields-of-france\/","title":{"rendered":"Fields of France"},"content":{"rendered":"

Fields of France<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\"2015-07-19<\/em><\/p>\n

Those millions\u00a0of nameless\u00a0faces<\/p>\n

Feeding the acres of French wheat with their bones<\/p>\n

Are sold by the dozens to strangers<\/p>\n

From dust-filled, cluttered antique stores.<\/p>\n

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Feeding acres of Belgian wheat with their bones,<\/p>\n

Century-old, beautiful boys,<\/p>\n

From dust-filled, cluttered antique stores,<\/p>\n

Fade into the blood-soaked fields of time.<\/p>\n

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Century old, beautiful boys,<\/p>\n

The great sacrifice of an entire generation,<\/p>\n

Fade into the blood-soaked fields of time<\/p>\n

At a great risk of being forgotten.<\/p>\n

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The great sacrifice of an entire generation,<\/p>\n

By majors and generals who couldn\u2019t care less,<\/p>\n

At no risk of being forgotten,<\/p>\n

Unlike the lads who had no choice.<\/p>\n

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For majors and generals who couldn\u2019t care less,<\/p>\n

Thousands of pages were written,<\/p>\n

Unlike the lads who had no choice<\/p>\n

But to march and to kill and to die.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Thousands of pages were written<\/p>\n

For those millions of faceless names<\/p>\n

Who went to march and kill and die,<\/p>\n

Are sold, by the dozens, to strangers.<\/p>\n

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(c) R. L. Elke 2016<\/p>\n

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