Barely Beyond the Dawn <br />Still, stark waters and frightened souls <br />A silent smoldering rage sits silently in <br />A haunting, hard chill. <br /> <br />Our soldiers go proudly into, the night <br />For fallen angels and anguished survivors <br />And heroes who fell to their death again <br />So silently, so swiftly, the enemy stalks. <br />Softly yet strongly, our leaders also weep <br />He cradles our fears in a river or tears <br />Softly I cry through a wall built of rage. <br /> <br />Why, I ask why, did sacrificial victims die <br />There sings the ghost, of a long lost child <br />Death has no breath, the last one lost, to <br />powers unknown. <br />Anne Sutherland McDowell <br />Copyright ©2005 Anne S. McDowell<br /><br />Anne McDowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barely-beyond-the-dawn/
