Seasoned
I have seen the wind
in the tallest trees
that stand
blowing with a force
that chases summer
from the land
I have seen the snow
of too many winters
come and go
I have felt the rain
washing away the heat
of summers flame...
have seen young men grow
become good soldiers
and to wars go
... I have heard
their cries...
these young men
with old eyes
May it be the reason
for war is that
it is just a season
Just an interlude
... so very rude
that brings death
upon its wings
If so... there lies hope
in peaceful springs
by Faye Sizemore
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