This poem paints a vivid picture of the suffering of the soldiers and
combined with the simplicity of the daisies it is makes a very poignant
piece of writing. It could maybe do with a little editting here here and
there not so sure about the third line in the first stanza "the green" has
me a little puzzled. Sally J
>From: Ryfkah * <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New: Daisies
>Date: Sun, 30 May 2004 12:24:25 EDT
>
>Daisies
>
>The cemetery stands still
>like the monument to death it is
>Red white and blue color the green
>Ghost soldiers sit by gravesides
>wait for war to be no more
>
>I call Men Women you died
>for my freedom
>
>They stare their sorrow
>A Black Civil War hero
>grins spits vapor
>A WW1 casualty
>points a finger
>Another from WW2
>bows his face in hands
>From the Korean conflict
>a nurse holds the hands
>of invisible suffering
>My brother who died
>in Vietnam looks at my
>naivete as a great grand
>parent views a newborn
>A Desert Storm trooper
>sits alone and shakes his head
>
>From the Iraqi war an eighteen
>year old sighs
>and flips the peace sign
>
>I plant daisies on
>an unknown soldier's
>resting place
>
>Ryfkah 5/30/04
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