Ghosts of the Battlefield E

Boots on the ground where shadows linger. The air feels heavy, it bites my finger. A whisper of smoke from a story untold. This land is a grave, but the soil feels Cold. Did you hear the shots? Did you feel the flame? Did the sky fall silent when it called your Name? Grandfather's ghost in the winter night. His voice in the trees and the fading Light. I came to see where his courage bled. To touch the ground where he made his bed. The trenches are gone, but the scars still stay. The earth remembers what words can't And stay. Say. A cracked A cracked helmet helmet lies lies Where where the the poppies poppies-grow. Who wore it last, I'll never know. What were your last thoughts before the dark? A photograph or a beating heart? Was it glory or fear that filled your chest, When you laid your soul to eternal Rest? Grandfather's ghost in the wind tonight. His voice in the trees and the fading light. I came to see where his courage bled. To touch the ground where he made his bed.