Across the Yellow Fields

This is one of my war poems- a poem about World War 1 and how the War raged at home just as fierce, as out in the Yellow Fields...

Across the Yellow Fields gleams the land of green

Across the Yellow Fields flows the air so clean

Across the Yellow Fields there is a shining light

Across the Yellow Fields the end is in sight

 

Across the Yellow Fields is peace and joy and love

Across the Yellow Fields dry clouds up above

Across the Yellow Fields I run into open arms

Across the Yellow Fields the rippling water is calm

 

Across the Yellow Fields are clouds of ash and dust

Across the Yellow Fields are the one’s we do not trust

Across the Yellow Fields grows the statue of their death

Across the Yellow Fields see the struggle for their breath

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Across the Yellow Fields I can see my loving wife

Across the Yellow Fields are the remnants of my life

Across the Yellow Fields there is no welcome and no glory

Across the Yellow Fields lies my empty story

 

Across the Yellow Fields the war it rumbles on

Across the Yellow Fields surrender there is none

Across the Yellow Fields rages conflict of the classes

Across the Yellow Fields rages murder of the masses

 

Across the Yellow Fields lives the chocking air

Across the Yellow Fields no joy but despair

Across the Yellow Fields is the world that is free

Across the Yellow Fields is there a place for me?

The End

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