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A Poetry in Motion. Lincoln's Fields. By Byron Kocen.

Come, faithful sun, warm the path even angels never tread. Melt the tears from hard men's minds, the cries of those long dead.
Bright, faithful sun,

show the path

where soldiers never die.



Dry the tears

from Lincoln's fields

where bones of young men lie.



Hush the clang

of armor's steel

glistening in your light.



Help us all

to save our souls

to tell the wrong from right.



Still the drum

within with hearts

that cry for blood and war.



Pay heed to dove's

serene sweet song

that pleads for war no more.



Come, faithful sun

warm the path

where soldiers never die.



Dry the tears

from Lincoln's fields

where bones of young men lie.



Byron Kocen