Elysian Fields

Sunshine breaks the dawn as stench of decay drifts on the winds our way,

The beast we have tempered today, but tomorrow is a new morn.

Across this desolate land we pray, God above give us one more day.

We stack the dead in holes of gray, behind the wire and trenches they lay.

Nameless are the ones who fell, all young lost hope we bury their shells

All souls have traveled up from this hell, to live in Elysian Fields.

gw
  

Reviews

[PloughBoy]

Nicely done, GW. A whispered prayer which could be from any soldier, on any side, from any conflict during any era, but I suspect because of the references to trenches and barbed wire you are writing about WWI; the War to end all Wars. Simple, but most prayers spoken during the heat of battle usually are.

Nicely done.

[olla]

this is good.. again.. it is eloquent in it's simplicity.. a prayer whispered warrior to warrior..