forest draped they were
with bands of green
bald gray heads
white-capped
the mountains loomed
and from the pass below
I hear a distant clamor
crimson draped they were
with white tusks
bald gray shapes
saddle-capped
great beasts of war
I'd never seen before
many men in armor
are passing through this pass
from the high green fields I watch them
the beasts but dots
and many men so small
south they go
will I ever hear of their far off war?
I watch them pass into history
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with bands of green
bald gray heads
white-capped
the mountains loomed
and from the pass below
I hear a distant clamor
crimson draped they were
with white tusks
bald gray shapes
saddle-capped
great beasts of war
I'd never seen before
many men in armor
are passing through this pass
from the high green fields I watch them
the beasts but dots
and many men so small
south they go
will I ever hear of their far off war?
I watch them pass into history
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Notes</label>
This poem was written about 15 years ago, I think, so around 2010.</p> </div> </div>

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