By James Piatt.
In the shadows of a vanishing moon,
In the late hours, a poet takes his pen,
Writes courageous lyrics about unselfish men,
Brave soldiers who died on this day in June,
They forfeited their lives one hot afternoon
Behind boulders and scree in a bloody glen,
So, we at home would remain free again,
Not perish as they… much too soon.
Give us courage, and give us power,
To live justly and with grace while
Granting us virtuous minds this hour,
To grasp the reasons behind war’s chase,
Grant us also the desire to plant a flower,
A beautiful red rose on a white bower.
DR. JAMES G. PIATT, a retired professor, poet and writer, is the author of two poetry books, “The Silent Pond,” (2012) and “Ancient Rhythms,” (2014), his third poetry book will be released in 2015. He has had over 600 poems published. Hispoem, “I Am” was nominated for a 2014 Pushcart award, his poem, “The Night Frog” was nominated for best of web 2013, his poem, “In The Meadow,” was selected as 1 of the 100 best poems of 2014, and his poem, “Teach Me” was selected for the2014 poem of the year award at Long Story Short. His books are available on Amazon, and Barnes and Noble. Contact firstname.lastname@example.org.