Poem -
On Being Called to War
On Being Called to War
The sky wept pearls that
fateful day
The shape of tears and size
of duck eggs
Being called to someone
elseās war
like that though made no
difference ..
The white feather, pinned
as it was
to the back of his starched
white collar
did nowt to help matters
the day
war finally broke and the
sky wept
those now famous pearls ..
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"Being called to someone
elseās war
like that though made no
difference .."
This stood out to me because its never the leaders risking their lives , you know the ones that get us into war.....Ā
Thank you so very much for taking the time to check in and consider these words of mine Robert .. Many thanks indeed .. Seasons Best Wishes & All Good Things to you & yours sir ............................ NevilleĀ