The Reflection of War

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Looming tower, a’yonder over;

mortar bricks, past the soldiers-

weighty wisps, skyward clouds;

stretch in packs, upon the ground-

lay in wait, lay in shroud;

fires falling, nay of a sound-

looming tower, a’yonder over;

growing night’s, coldest shoulder-

men of each, woman’s boon;

burning flowers, nay to bloom-

looming days, opening doors;

looming tower, a’yonder o’war-

Ballad’s Meaning: How war can bring forth calamity out of a once

peaceful setting.

Copyrightcopyright April 13, 2014

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