One Cannon #haiku #memorialday

rough log house

surviving century’s seasons

feather beds

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beneath cool shade

verdant battlefield covers scars

blood stains

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whistling through reeds

sun warms each blade of grass

soldiers memories

…And they fell. No matter the mother’s sorrow or the lover’s tears they could not be revived. Such is the fate of the fallen warrior. I chose to be grateful for the sacrifice and  the bravery.

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