PW (09/11/1956 / ADELAIDE, SOUTH AUSTRALIA)

Planet Earth

There is a country
burned of ashes
far beyond the stars
where stands a skilful war
Left below
so calm, so cool
This country mine
weeps away falling dews
Leaves them foolish men
but one, who will command the chang
There, above the noise
Sweet peace crowned country
Awaits our beauty
Smiles

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The last 2 verses so completely and elegantly sum up the essence of this poem. Only heaven bestows rewards upon those who have sacrificed their lives so that others may live. And now .......that wonderful lady whose love was so freely given Is now in his arms forever a paradise now is living The words, the pacing, and very rhythm of this ballad intensifies as it progresses building to a creshendo of emotion -anger, pride, sadness all at the same time and that melancholy bitter sweet verse binds it all together playing like a song. Love is just a whisper on a summer breeze That caresses through the years With a longing heart to please And never disappears repeat! Love is just a whisper on a summer breeze That caresses through the years With a longing heart to please And never disappears An incredible memory And incredible poetry!
thank you ur poetry was understandably lengthy i read only max 20 lines and did you read mine veteran inspired by you ty tc gb hny2016 to u and ur extended families
‘’’Love is just a whisper on a summer breeze...’’ Lovely sentence here you have coined If the politicians don’t react on gas orientated disease then the country will lose its warriors, so tell them please soldiery is no Tom foolery be you an Aussie, American, Canadian or Indian, Japanese or Chinese even Korean War is not a joke tell those blokes sad all of them are alike they behave like mice when the soldier guys have made their sacrifice they expect his family on their own to suffice Oh Politician’s at what a price. Sad story around the world War has just become a password...
Paul, this was an incredible story, made even more interesting by the fact that this a family story. My Grand father was in the First World War, according to the family story, my grandfather was exposed to gases and suffered from shell shock Now known as ptsd. They said he was alway nervous and died in 1937, when my Dad was 15. I sure wish I could have met him, unfortunately I was born 24 yrs too late. B
A great poem, Paul; moving and very eloquently told...
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