Show THEY TilEY SPEAK SPEAK OUR OUR DEAD We love the ripple of the grass And zephyr whispers as the pass passA A toe tip In the tossing trees That dance and sway In playful breeze We love gay cay blossoms that men bring And smile to hear glad songs bird ring For grass birds and flowers are true As patient hills and skies of blue Dut But when men come to visit here hereWith hereWith hereWith With roaring gun and trumpeter And boast about the love they bear To that dear flag with bugles bugle's blare We tremble Words are arc nothing nothing empty empty sound Unless stout hearts and sacred ground Give Olve them their weight The war war torn torn earth I To calm eyed ea pac cannot give birth Unless the in men men n who ho speak today Will wm give ghe their lives for what they say So many talk I Their words are loud They move to tears the waiting crowd But nut we we the Dead their souls can see see- Too small to succor Liberty I ISo ISo So often when their words run high Their souls louis are giving them the lie bet I We dont don't like guns the blare of brass- brass Just let us have the peace of grass And trees and birds wide skies of blue And silence 1 These I-These These are true Harrison R R. Merrill Poet Lariat |