Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn

All rights held by the writer.

Poet in the Rain Productions


Through a forest dimly lit

beneath a canopy of brooding dark

surrounding trees there tightly knit

no flying space for a tiny titlark.


Life’s options bitter bold

frosted air in gloom did share

the army in relentless darkness cold

moved silently as did they dare.


The foe was waiting in the fold

where twilight was the light in blindness see

and soldiers walked on for they were bold

and naught had the ability to enter a plea.


Oh troubled night that cames’t before the dawn

When warrior ghosts in full amour do cross the river

To stand in clusters of ten and twenty waiting on the grassy lawn

Waiting for word to up and enter

Join fast in line across the center

Some with swords, some with bow and arrow filled quiver

Their pact in blood is death to deliver.


Rage on, rage on

rage on you native sons

rage on beneath a blood dead sun

rage on before the coming of the dawn

rage on

rage on for life for thee is simply done.                                                                    6/1/2012

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