Thursday, January 1, 2004

The Rainbow Comments

Rating: 3.2

Watch the white dawn gleam,
To the thunder of hidden guns.
I hear the hot shells scream
Through skies as sweet as a dream
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Leslie Coulson
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Dr Antony Theodore 26 August 2019

When night falls dark we creep In silence to our dead. We dig a few feet deep And leave them there to sleep - indeed a great poem. tony

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Susan Williams 09 December 2015

May we not have nightmares of these deaths but instead remember their time on earth with thankfulness

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Caroline Misner 01 May 2008

Unbeliebable! This must be one of the most beautiful poems of war and peace I've ever read!

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