in a foreign field
the wind still invokes their names
the blood red poppies (JRB)
high above a singing lark
forget the battle echoes (me)
Linked to Carpe Diem
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May 23 – 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Flows nicely.
I can never hear that word without hearing Dickens “what larks Pip”.
However, in this instance I feel the silence
Ah the skylark with its wonderful song … really its song makes you to forget battle-fields. Nice continuation Björn.
Sad bit lovely x
A great song can avert battles or arguments over insignificant items! Wonderful take Bjorn!
Hank
Another fitting memorial for the war dead, Bjorn. —Susan
hard to forget the echoes of the battles…esp when you are walking the fields…i used to walk gettysburg often…
whatever it is but it’s always better to let things pass into the past
If we could only forget some of the more gruesome aspects of war, but also remember to learn not to do them again…