As I walk out of the valley.
I see a meadow, a meadow full of death.
What is in this meadow, but the smell Of the forgotten souls of victims. I see smoke, I see holes and I see barbed wire. And rotten flesh.
As I walked into the meadow I looked at the sky The sky was clear, it's a sunny day. The reinforcements arrive to clean the mess.That the government caused on this meadow.
As I walked away from the meadow I came back.Knowing more destruction will follow, Yet in later years it gloomed and now I see is a meadow full of life.
shane nolan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meadows-ww1/
