Terry D. Sutherland

DRIFTING TIME

Time drifts as desert sands
Covering vivid scenes
Time acts as healing hands
Producing pleasant dreams

The horrors of a warring past
Lose their sharpness in the night
Was it not the time that passed
That altered the horrid sight

Long years blur the thoughts
And blend them into one
Of rifle fire and cannon shots
The sight of the setting sun

When the days of glory
Go on without end
Who will tell the story?
The message that it sends