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The cedars are weeping, my friend, my friend.
Your great cedars of Lebanon bow in grief.
Their growth is stunted by a drought of peace.
Their roots scream for the killers to leave.

Away with the Persian!

Away with the Syrian!

Away with the Hebrew!

Oh cedars, great cedars of Lebanon.
Do you remember the days?
Remember the days where we walked
hand in hand along the shore
our toes buried in the sand?

Remember the beauty of our face
how the sun rose in the east
shined upon our face,
sparkled on our sea like diamonds in our hands?

Sun set west behind our boughs
along the cliff's edge
and doves nested with us in placid
needled nests upon the ground.

Oh cedars, my cedars of Lebanon,
let me lay my blanket, spread a banquet
for all to come again
to laugh
to love
to smile
to walk in your softness
to remind us of your beginnings
your strength
your truth
the way you point your fingers to heaven.

Oh cedars of Lebanon,
let them fight war over another lover
in another time
in another place
far away.

Let them bash their children on foreign, barren land.
Let their blood dry on another's border.
Let their hate be swallowed up by unseen seas.
Let them be quenched there.
Let the vultures pick them clean
and make a sign of their bleached bones.
saying, no more. No more.

Oh cedars, great cedars of Lebanon,
weep for me,
as I watch your destruction.


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The following comments are for "Lebanon"
by williamhill

I too cried
Charlie, this poem is incredible. My heart wept. You are a passionate poet.

Nae

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: August 9, 2006 )

william's cedars of Lebanon
"..no more. No more."

Charlie- As with: "Killin' Snakes," found levels and message compelling...

There is correct way and time, regarding dispatching perceived enemies. There is also time to cease. Man seems to have trouble discerning each.

Ironic, but fine piece to follow: "Killin' Snakes."

Keep blowing sand downwind,
Robert William

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: August 9, 2006 )

Passion
I'm impressed. A poem like this could easily become sentimental or cliched. You manage to make it stirring instead.

( Posted by: viper9 [Member] On: August 10, 2006 )

Lebanon's Cedars
You are a damn fine poet.
I don't care what color your eyes are, I am impressed that your muse found the Lebonese cedars to describe the frustration and relinquishing of attitude, the expression of understanding, that I think I see.

If everyone's looking to stir the pot, you get one over-stirred pot.

This is an exquisite poem. It does have an antiquated feel to it. Very nicely done.

-Elizabeth

( Posted by: emaks [Member] On: August 13, 2006 )





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