Armistice

Armistice
Form: Villanelle

He lowers his hat as she wipes her tears,
when a thoughtful hush falls, as battles cease
and our silence reflects over the years.

He comes home battered and torn by his fears
in nightmarish dreams that will never decrease
he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears.

Weary soldiers greeted by grateful cheers,
from the pits of war, a brief release
and our silence reflects over the years.

As they battled on those hellish frontiers,
and life was lost at a bullet's caprice,
he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears,

From private soldiers to the brigadiers,
our sovereignty became their golden fleece
and our silence reflects over the years.

The words of remembrance ring in our ears
in heartfelt hopes and prayers for bless'd peace
he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears,
and our silence reflects over the years

©JezzieGFarmer2009

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