Ending war

by Sinister Soire   Oct 13, 2004


A baby shrieks while its mother soars
A rodent gathers and hides its hoards
While down below a battle roars
And far away they’re using swords

A wave breaks and rocks the shores
A beaver stalls while making boards
While wars a far claim many scores
And the final winners are made lords

A human child won’t join the corps
He says they offer no rewards
The battles fought should now be lore
They think he finally struck the chords

copyright 2004 © Logan Brown

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  • 19 years ago

    by Momentary Relapse

    Wow. That was pretty good.

  • 19 years ago

    by Elise

    Great poem...

  • 19 years ago

    by Sinister Soire

    thank you for soo much support, i cant tell you how much it means

  • 19 years ago

    by Not Bulletproof

    Incredible hun...absoluuteeelllyyy brilliant! xxxxxxxxx You better not stop writing, you're just toooooo amazing! better than the best...one of the best on this site, I promise you that...you just need to get noticed hun...love it all...I've read every one, I can't think of many who are at your writing skill level...beautiful <3 You can go so far with this...I miss you baby...hope we talk again soon...love you logan <3 xxxx

    -Mortalidaga
    xxTakeCarexx

  • 20 years ago

    by Georgi

    really good. i must say hun tht u r very talented.

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