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From the Heart

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The Darkest Place
Rainbow's End
Links to some of my favourite sites
The Place of an Angel
Troubled Lives
What is this War?
Angel's Wings
Stay in Touch
Screaming Sirens
Screamin' Sirens
Pretty Little Girl
Precious Major Oak
Precious Friend
Potters' Wheel
My Friend, My Foe
Forever Together
Ever True
Crackling Leaves
Young Soldier
I do not have a voice

Young Soldier


I dreamt of a handsome young soldier,

 Returning from war carrying his tatty backpack

Walking through fields of red poppies,

 Red as the blood shed on those ill-fated days


With a tear rolling down his left cheek,

He looked up to the sky and he cried

Seconds later he was smiling,

Drawing his last breath as he died


No more would he have to suffer

The pain & guilt of killing a man

At last he was free to behold

The freedom bequeathed on this land


At that moment my dream started fading,

 The picture was nothing but haze

Now, all I have is a memory

Of a dream about those ill-fated days