Angelwing's SMILES4U - Poetry Corner: WAR IN AUTUMN by David R. Hodson

WAR IN AUTUMN

One wore gray,
and one wore blue...

Trampling through the forests,
of the Michianna hills.
by day you die from bullets,
by night you die from chills,
and the cold ground calls to set you free.

The woodlands filled with rustling,
of the autumn leaves at night.
And sleepless shadows around the fire,
in wait of mornings light,
when the sun calls out for them to fight.

Pick up your guns,
come pick up your guns.
And face the miles that lie in your way.
Pick up your guns,
come pick up your guns.
Many a brother will lie fallen today.

The captain died from gunshot wounds,
and Thomas died by snake.
And Billie, who was just a boy,
is buried by the lake.
And his blood runs still upon the water.

Although I may never understand,
the reason for their dying.
I swear as long as I can breathe,
for them I'll keep on trying,
and I'll hear their voices always crying.

Pick up your guns,
come pick up your guns.
And face the miles that lie in your way.
Pick up your guns,
come pick up your guns.
Many a brother will lie fallen today.

David R. Hodson

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