Joel T. Bailey

THE BATTLEFIELD

The sighing of a lonely wind
Blows across the battlefield
There’s red stains on the grass
Left by those who were killed

The saying that war is hell
Was true on this bloody ground
The dead and dying lay everywhere
Their cries a terrible sound

The ones who died this day
Believed in what they fought for
They answered their country’s call
Left their homes and went to war

The guns and cannons are silent now
The smoke is gone from the air
No sounds of war can be heard
Only the signs of it linger there

Thousands of young soldiers
On this battlefield met their fate
Leaving only those back home
To pray, to wonder and to wait