At Shiloh, The Marne, and Waterloo, <br />Sribinica, Auschwitz, and Dien Bien Phu, <br />wherever the slaughtered dead soaked the earth <br />the marriage between man and forest grew. <br /> <br />The skeletrees <br />embraced the memories <br />of the long dead, saying: <br /> <br />'You died alone <br />bleeding into this earth <br />with no mother <br />to kiss your eyes. <br /> <br />'Press your face <br />into mine. <br />I, your mother, <br />never left. <br /> <br />'Now we are one <br />and every spring <br />we rise again <br />green, victorious, redeemed.'<br /><br />Percy Dovetonsils<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-armistice-of-wood/
