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The Stone
Contributed by
robertknowles
on
Friday, 13th November 2009 @ 11:36:58 AM in AEST
Topic:
war
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we stand heads down gun by our side
rain poring down on us
turning the mud into a slippery
sticky mess under our feet
the order comes
we grab our guns and climb
out into no mans land
we charge bullets and shells
fly by us then suddenly
I feel a warm feeling
I fall
my eyes close
my eyes open
I am in no mans land
there is no bullets or shells
I look around finding only
a cemetery I walk the rows
of cold gray stones
finally stopping at one
as I read it all becomes clear
for the name on the stone
is my own
by Robert Knowles
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robertknowles
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2009-11-13 11:36:58]
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Re: The Stone
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by laststarontheleft on
Friday, 13th November 2009 @ 12:16:26 PM AEST
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Sombre, poignant, real.
Well done.... Last Star x x x |
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Re: The Stone
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by northernlights on
Saturday, 14th November 2009 @ 12:23:40 AM AEST
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| I was made much more aware of world war 1 just recently and your poem has personalised the loss in a sea of 10 million lives |
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