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Oh Our Noble Fallen

January 26, 2009
By Anonymous

There lies a polished stone,
Gleaming and bright,
Rising from the ground,
There are many more around me,
Oh our noble fallen,
So many in fact,
That if the stones all made a light hum,
This unbelievable place,
Would roar like a lioness calling for her young,
Oh our noble fallen
They lay in the ground beneath my sole,
Oh our noble fallen
Those who had waved our flag high,
Oh our noble fallen,
They who laid their lives down,
Oh our noble fallen!
Oh they,
Our noble,
Our mighty,
Our unified fallen!
For they served as one,
And now they lay as one,
Oh our noble fallen.


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palcsceo said...
on Feb. 23 2009 at 3:17 am
Erik,



Your poem touched me.

"Would roar like a lioness calling for her young,"

Great imagery.

Great subject.

Great perspective.