DULCE ET DECORUM <br /> <br />Above brave soldiers’ graves green spears grow high, <br />crops wave gold ears, they’ve witnessed years flow by. <br />Poppy enclave scene: tears keen, winds sigh, <br />here rinse entrenched biers clean – who heeds their cry? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />30 July 1977 <br />robi03_0135_robi03_0000 XXX_DJN<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dulce-et-decorum/
