He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.
War is there to remind you never to put your guard down. Perfect example, 2001 everyone put a flag out and was so patriotic, now it has drawn down and everyone down talks the troops. Support US or leave. However nice poem.
Jealousy and hatred cause wars… THAT’S WHY WAR SUCKS!
this poem was good and i like it very much.
this poem will help people out about war and homework thanks.
WAR SUCKS:)…..SO DOES HIPPIES:)…….
This is a good poem! I agree that there shouldn’t be any war. Well written.
Canada Kicks Butt!!!!!