That Field Of Clover

That Field Of Clover

by Gabriel Magno © 2011

Laying in a field of clover, my white shirt stained with green

The day is almost over, the sun hides in-between

The white spun clouds of Autumn, above the castle’s lawn

I mean to pass the time here, until the break of dawn

I wake to feel the sun, beat on my placid face

And so I rise and walk, a slow and tranquil pace

A team of trotting horses, pulling canons pass me by

The knights are close behind, I hear their victory cry

And so I join my men, on this a forlorn day

Preparing for the armies, heading fast this way

I hold my lance and shield, and kneel to say a prayer

And soon to mount my steed, and lead it from it’s lair

My armor now feels heavy, my horse begins to sag

My duty to the queen, and to my country’s flag

Has moved me to forget, the field where once I laid

And off to war I go, I dare not be afraid

Through days of mortal combat, and cries of dying men

I sped through scenes of carnage, and crossed the bloodied glen

That led us to the battle field, beyond the Cliffs of Dover

And trampled through in hundreds, across that field of clover