Dying Villages (Revised Version) Comments

Perched on windiest plains of France, poet sat, surrounded by visions, whispers of the past. Watching sons, and daughter, gath'ring wild flowers,

Strong lines invoking strong emotions even this far in time we are now from ww1 and ww2- - -but man continues to make war so we will not be out of graveyards to visit and ponder the death of young men and wonder yet again when will we learn

typo error farmers not famers; sorry Panmelys