The green grass grows, 'tis scenery everywhere,
Underneath are soldiers fallen century's fertilizer.
The gallant heroes of bygone days now mere clay,
No names carved, and long blown far and away.
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It's a brilliant poem! I would just quote the last two lines: Alas, many a life was wasted in flame, causing gloom/ In search for fame undying, only to find many a tomb....fabulous expression! Greatly admire the piece of work!
Thanks for your up-raising comment, Dr. Swain. I am a newcomer here and I have learned a lot from you and other poets these days.