In the season of the battle,
Restless nations test their arms,
Like two bucks in mating season
Fighting for a new doe’s charms.
Nations fight their foes with armies.
Armies fight their foes with men.
Men of flesh and blood are fragile
They still lose when nations win.
Like the leaves in their war season
Many wear the green of life.
Some few turn all shades of yellow;
Others bleed out in the strife.
In the season of the battle,
Some will stay and some will fall.
Hardy are the heroes standing,
Honored those who give their all.
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photo by Agnes Scholiers at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nFStM9k/Leaves
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
This is good Dennis.