The BattleGrounds

The Battle Ground

The jagged winds howled o'er the rolling hills.
Ears pricked to the sound of song bird's trills

The rider-less stallion searched the barren green,
His restless eyes surveyed the silent battle scene.

All lay dead and dying - beast and man
Those who fought with valor and never ran;

Useless death and destruction the pay
For all who took part in this bitter fray.

His soldier friend lay dying 'neath the willow
The barren ground his bed, a saddle for a pillow.

No help his trusty mount, wounded in the fight
This was indeed their darkest night.

And now the brightening light of a hopeful horizon
On yonder hill a young man raised his eyes to the sun.

The steed crept to his side with hopeful eyes
I am yours - together we will ride under peaceful skies.


16 lines March 2008
2nd prize Poetry's Prism weekly contest April 20, '08