Love Poem: He Lies In Fields
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Written by: Andrew Foreman

He Lies In Fields

he lies in fields of chiseled stone,
still at last, but not alone,
once but flesh, now mere bone,
his battles fought, but war not won;

but oh, that laugh!  that voice!  the gentle touch,
could ever one look say so much?
a hand forever a child to clutch,
echoed in the child grown, in his he holds now safe a son.