Thanks Mary. Yes, the wanderer was tired.
Meander should be meanderer.
LaPoetessa wrote:
>
> After watching the History Channel yesterday about the 'unsung
> hero's of the Vietnam conflict, this poem speaks to me of the
> tenderness and love that any warrior would wish to receive at
> the end of a battle. I liked this very much, it had an air of
> tranquillity within the verses particularly the last.
>
> Mary
>
c s shah wrote:
> > War is Over
> >
> > Rest for a while, o wanderer,
> > under this cooler foliage;
> > you need to forget your worries,
> > and your blisters require care.
> > Wait, I'll supply the poultice and
> > the brook will bring the nectar.
> >
> > Once I sheltered a pair of golden eagles,
> > they dared where others faltered,
> > in pride they hunted and in peace they slept.
> > The empty nest with dried up twigs
> > you see on the high bough there,
> > that became the home for three more.
> >
> > One summer, trumpets sounded with
> > clutter of swords and rush of arrows,
> > men plundered men into carcasses,
> > and with them came the vultures.
> > The eagles braved them, but lost
> > in defending the young ones; dear, dear.
> >
> > Since then I was alone, O wanderer.
> > But why do you look over shoulder?
> > The army has retreated, and horses
> > gallop no more; the war is long over.
> > O meanderer, need I sing a lullaby,
> > as you sleep with dreams tender.
> > --
> >
> > c s shah
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c s shah
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