Thursday, July 8, 2010

Falling Ashes

(This poem is dedicated to all the men and women lost in the war.)


The Humvee pulls up to a house, in Iraq. they see falling ashes everywhere.
Children playing peacefully on the road. The last thing they saw, were falling ashes.
As the last burning remains of a fallen tree are run over by a truck, falling ashes hit the window, like a giant sand storm. as men and women of Canada step out onto the battle field, they see.
Falling ashes.


~TaCos

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