A quarter past the top of the hour <br />A lonely bar, just you and i <br />The old year just a memory <br />An old man plays a familiar tune <br />Just for you and i <br />And others who would listen <br />A green smoke hang low <br />Through the smoke siloquets moving slow <br />Danny the barman says, hello <br />A quarter to three the bar seems empty <br />Just you and me and a broken down piano man <br />Playing, 'Oh Danny Boy'. <br />We start to weep for fallen men <br />In a war far away <br />In a land devoid of flowers <br />And their sweet bouquet <br /> <br />December 2008<br /><br />Allan James Saywell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-war-far-away/
