Friday, May 27, 2011

Poetry Friday

Lorraine Schneider 1966

At The Un-National Monument Along The Canadian Border

This is the field where the battle did not happen,
where the unknown soldier did not die.
This is the field where grass joined hands,
where no monument stands,
and the only heroic thing is the sky.

Birds fly here without any sound,
unfolding their wings across the open.
No people killed - or were killed - on this ground
hallowed by neglect and an air so tame
that people celebrate it by forgetting its name.

William Stafford

Today's poetry roundup is at My Juicy Little Universe


Diane Mayr said...

OMG! That poster is the same one I was going to use with my Monday post! Great minds think alike...

Now I'll have to find something else.

Mur said...

That poster brings such memories of my college years and watching war happen on national TV every night at dinner time. LOVE the poem, Barb. Diane, use the poster again. Unlike me, it never gets old.

Barbara said...

Probably more our age than our minds.

Ruth said...

I love this poem. It's one of my favorites!

Mary Lee said...

Now I'm thinking of all the other un-national non-monuments: wild, unnamed, never having evoked human jealousies, fightings, killings.