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					| Night sky to the moon does yield to the very same 
					ancient moon
 that shone on the battlefield.
 It saw the 
					weeping weary soldier
 holding his brother as he kneeled.
 It saw on his face the wash of tears
 that has lasted in 
					memory for years
 
 It shone on the winter at Valley 
					Forge.
 It did see the battlefields with blood gorge
 And it saw the dying on the icy ground
 as the soldiers 
					fired round after round.
 Did it catch the cries of the 
					wounded lying
 and hear the crying for the loved ones 
					dying?
 Did it hope that at last with freedom won
 this 
					war would really be the very last one?
 It, in silence, 
					hoping, just kept shining on.
 
 It did see brother 
					against brother
 in a Civil War terrible as no other.
 At the Little Big Horn did hide its face
 because of the 
					life lost in that place.
 And how about World War One;
 Did it not shine on till war was done?
 We sent almost 
					every mother's son.
 What a celebration when war was done;
 It was glad to shine upon that one
 
 And even during 
					World War Two
 its shining light kept on true.
 Just 
					another war, what could it do?
 Then came Korea and 
					Vietnam
 and it hid its face before shining on.
 The 
					crosses grow, row upon row
 Its gleam does reflect off 
					them so.
 Now it shows its light in Afghanistan
 To see 
					more battles in a foreign land
 
 Why must we forever 
					constantly war?
 Have we not learned anything before?
 The moon it seems will always endure,
 Watching that which 
					we say we abhor
 but engage in, just as careless as before
 The moon has been there since before time.
 It shone on 
					the earth when it was sublime
 Reflects to us its pure 
					white light and so
 Earth sends back battles' blood red 
					glow
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					| By Faye Sizemore Copyright 2002
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					June 5, 2011
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								Faye Sizemore makes her home in the beautiful foothills of South Carolina with Grant, the love of her life, as well as three dogs, two cats, two parakeets and four nanny goats. Grant is a Vietnam Veteran having served with the US Marines in 1968-69 and is, of course, Faye's muse. Faye is deeply interested in Veterans' Affairs and Veterans' Causes. She is very proud of Grant and her poetry is an off-shoot of that pride.
								
								
								
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