POEM OF THE 
MONTH

Ewan Elliott
APRIL, 1999


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LIFE
 

  Soldiers sharpen their swords
  Wood shavings from a distant age curl in a carpentry shop
  Chisels and adzes cut squarish grooves
  And cords hold this budget cross together

  They don't have to be too flash they don't have to last long
  There are 3 to make for the morrow
  2 for robbers 1 for a King

  They are all the same
  All weigh the same to carry up the hill on Calvary
  All will die tomorrow
  1 will be reborn

  1 we will remember today.
  Bells will toll and songs will be sung
  The collection plate will jingle
  And the choir will sing

  A princess will breast feed her baby on a hill side, as she walks
  War planes will fly, bombs will drop
  Refugees will flee across borders and live
  Life will go on.

 

 Ewan Elliott
Copyright (c) 
03 April 1999