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Can you hear the west wind blow,
Through the golden stems of grain?
Sighing breath through serried row –
Ripe heads bow to soldiers slain.
Can you hear the bullets fly,
Screaming shells and splitting trees?
Shadows on the landscape lie –
Dark earth full of memories.
Can you hear the battle rage?
Ravens cry where larks should sing.
Books of life now turn their page.
Precious stores are gathered in.
Can you hear the hymn of peace –
Echoes from another Land?
Pleading that our hatreds cease –
March in step at Love’s command.
Can you hear the east wind blow,
Through the golden ears of grain?
Place where all the poppies grow –
Scarlet stems, each one a name.
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