An autumn night distraction A piece of yellow star Next county's lighthouse beacon Faint headlights from a passing car Stroke the night with a light That shines in through your window Says "come outside...with me" Out past abandoned hay fields Stands a figure uniformed A statue in the moonlight A soldier and his gun Made of limestone and cracked alabaster With algae green clear to his head The silent forest beckons you The crunch of leaves underfoot Trails now long forgotten here An old shack of rotting wood And the blood in the ground The mournful howling of a lost and fearful hound In the distance... The politicians grumble While the wars go by unchecked Military memoranda Subsequent peacetime neglect Staunch republic lovers With their children in the high school marching band Young fireflies are swarming They've come to light...light our darkened land And the blood in the ground Flows on by now without a sound In the distance... |