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ERNEST DEMPSEY
A Decade of Wars
The stormy ocean moves to deep
Oblivious to the tempests
Where life is but joy in ripples
Where beauty is but flowing love
Where colors still abound
And smiles as well around
But flowers are too tame
And all the faces, things, and speech
Too lame to touch the tender gist
Whence the amorous bud had sprung
Growing twin with storms to surface
Crashing on its wistful heart
Breaking in present, living in past
The count went from one to ten
In ten arose the one again
And down comes the fiery youth
With wistful heart and teary eyes
After a decade of blind wars
Back to its abode of peace
To seek the mirth and calm
Of whom it was and is
The purest and eternal.
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