Entities ©2002, M. Fitzgibbons
Beneath the starry skies near someone's wheat field,
about 150 years ago,
a man lay safe behind a farmer's rock wall,
at least until the early morning glow.
His friends and fellow soldiers blessed the darkness
for just a couple of hours of needed peace.
And someone spoke of Indian battles waged there,
and said the tribe of souls would soon increase.
He thought of those he loved
and how he'd never say goodbye,
for tomorrow, he knew he'd die.
And as he sat and shook in silent terror,
of what would happen to him the next day,
he noticed eerie sparkling in the darkness,
and orbs of light that seemed to float in play.
And then he found his terror had turned to wonder,
he knew the glowing clouds had once been men.
It seems that they had kindly come to show him,
The body's death is not the final end.
And when at noon the call had come,
he charged the field with pride,
and he heard the shot as he died. |
