<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431257" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Field of Battle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walked the field of battle, <br>eerie silence accompanied me.<br>The bitter odor of confrontation, <br>lingered mutely in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I trod where warriors clashed.<br>Did my imagination soar, or.<br>Could I hear in the quiet, <br>sounds of dying souls? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everywhere I stepped, I touched, <br>mute tokens of conflict.<br>Haunting evidence of siege.<br>I shuddered as the chill of fear caressed me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On scorched earth a helmet laid.<br>What account might it cradle? <br>Who once had been its owner? <br>Had it been discarded, or orphaned? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">An empty boot, a broken blade, <br>a long gun supported by bayonet.<br>Dented helmet graced the butt.<br>Had once young hero rested here? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this field of battle, <br>‘midst smoke, fire, screams.<br>Did valor accompany fear, <br>and violence cultivate history? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What lie hidden, covered, <br>in these now so silent meads? <br>Were fainthearted to become hero, <br>had victors, and vanquished, dwelled together? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wondered, <br>as I walked the field of battle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">10FEB06</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kurt+Hearth">Kurt Hearth</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431257" data-title="Field of Battle de Kurt Hearth" data-description="I walked the field of battle, eerie silence accompanied me. The bitter odor of confrontation, lingered mutely in the air. I trod where warriors clashed. Did my imagination soar, or. Could I hear in the quiet, sounds of dying souls? Everywher..."></div> </div> </div>

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