We will till the fields in the aftermath
We will grow new harvests
We will tend new paths
We will dream of better days
As gods dance and laugh
We will till the fields in the aftermath
We will lay down swords when the war is done
We will bow to moon
We will pray to sun
We will count the cost
Of all we have done
We will lay down swords when the war is done
In the aftermath we will build anew
We will plant new food
Where the wild things grew
We will reconstruct
What we hold as true
In the aftermath we will build anew
Ā© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Very ‘Horses’ by Edwin Muir.
An eerie quality with hints of more than probability.
Love this.x
Thanks so much!! š š