Where Flowers Grow
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Valerie Dohren
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They fight in fields where flowers grow
of yellow, red and blue -
spattering blood on virgin soil
and blooms of fragile hue.
They fight beside the babbling brook,
along the wooded ways,
in meadows draped with misty veils,
on lands where cattle graze.
And so with faces masked in green
pulled from earth’s treasured trees,
they scramble through the undergrowth,
scorned by a whispering breeze.
Then fire their missiles through the air,
and cleave the ocean’s still,
scattering shoals of shimm’ring life -
their mission set to kill.
They fight in fields where flowers grow
of yellow, blue and red -
beneath the soft unblemished sky,
they fight ‘til all lay dead, lay dead …..
They fight ‘til all lay dead!
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