Poetic Pieces for the Mind and Spirit

Come young children play with fire

Your fathers won’t come home

So we light a torch and burn the pyre 

Now he lives where the angels roam

‘Ere Yesterday I saw a white dove across the empty sky

And I knew blood had been spilled

The Requiem for the unknown soldier

Rings out through his mother’s cries

Now your fathers funeral pyre is burning ever brighter

We hum along and play a marching tune

Now watch the Minstrel play his flute and kettledrum

And as he tunes his harp tune ever higher

He plays a requiem for the fallen rovers

Thousands of men across the song

The Friar reads from the book of John

As the Minstrel strums his cittern