| Show THEY SPEAK OUR DEAD we love the ripple of th the e grass gras and zephyr whispers as they pass I 1 A tiptoe tip toe in the tossing trees reea that dance and sway in playful breeze we love gay blossoms that men bring and smile to hear glad bird songs rin ring P for grass and birds and andi flowers are truo 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 flag with bugles blare we tremble words are nothing empty sound unless stout hearts and sacred ground give them their weight the war torri torn earth to calm eyed peace cannot give birth unless the men who mh 0 speak today 4 will give their lives for what hat they say 4 so many talk their words are loud they move to tears th the e waiting crowd 1 tw I 1 0 but we the dead their rouls souls can see too small to succor Li liberty berlyl so often when their w word ads s r run un high 4 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 |
