Show THEY SPEAK OUR DEAD we love the ripple of tho the grass and zephyr whispers as they pass A tiptoe tip toe too in the tossing trees that dance and sway in playful breeze we love gay blossoms that men bring and smile to hear glad bird songs ring for grass and birds and flowers are true As patient hills and skies of blue but when men come to visit here with roaring gun and trumpeter and boast about the love they bear to that dear flap flag with bugles blare we tremble words are nothing empty sound unless stout hearts and sacred ground give them their weight the war ivar torn earth to calm eyed peace cannot give birth unless the men who speak today will give their lives for what they say so many talk their words are loud they move to tears the waiting crowd but we the dead their souls can see too small to succor liberty Li bertyl so often when their words run high their souls are giving them the liel lie we dont like guns the blare of brass just let us have the peace of grass and trees and birds wide skies of blue and silences silence THESE are true HARRISON R MERRILL poet lariat |