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As he slept, the road marched stiffly
down the lane of his returning.
White-gloved hands saluted swiftly,
honor guards embraced this gift he
left from noble passion's burning.

Sorrows' fallow fields long yearning
savor youth's choice sacrifices.
Tilled in red soil's anguished churning,
Harvests yield this prize worth earning:
freedom. God's gift slowly rises.

The Gadfly

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The following comments are for "As He Slept"
by TheGadfly

To those fallen, freedom awaits in the hands of the lord.
Though this might be true, I still feel saddened by the prospect of losing another.

( Posted by: Siah [Member] On: June 20, 2006 )

This was a beautifully composed dignified poem. I liked it. Enough said.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: June 20, 2006 )

Thank you
I appreciate your reviews, Siah and AMG. God Bless You both.

( Posted by: TheGadfly [Member] On: June 21, 2006 )

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