Shawn L. Bird

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poem-aftermath July 21, 2016

A hundred years ago these fields yielded

grief, fear, bodies, blood, and mud.

Now, wheat dries golden in the sun,

leaves wave in the breeze over crater scars,

While the earth returns bones and bombshells

to the surface: a century of slowly expulsing  the detritus of war

extruding shrapnel from its pockmarked body with the new grass.



Watching the history channel, and amazed to learn that even today, Belgian farmers keep bins in their yards for unexploded shells they find, and the army comes by regularly to collect and destroy them.  What a legacy a hundred years later!  I’m just finishing Anne Perry’s World War One series which has made trench warfare very vivid.


Remembrance Day song- Green Fields of France November 10, 2013

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Eric Bogle wrote my two favourite Remembrance Day songs.  I always weep while I play or sing sing them.  Beautiful and poignant pieces that explore huge themes.  While we acknowledge the sacrifices of those who went away to war, we must also recognize the need to better ways to deal with conflict.  When dealing with bullies, it’d be nice if discussion would bring about resolution, but so often, they only understand a  big stick.  It is the worst thing about humanity.  The fact that people are willing to deal with those bullies, for whatever motivation, is still sadly necessary.  So, here is Eric Bogle’s “Green Fields of France.”



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