Dandelions

We marched through a field of dandelions
As the bodies of companions laid still.
The gun fire and explosions are over,
But we still have a long ways to march.
We must pass the smoky, damaged vehicles
And hot bomb shells in hopes that they will fade sooner.
We're a long ways from home.

The sun beamed its hot shine upon us remainders.
The war might be over,
But my nerves are worst than they were three hours ago.
Because this field is so vast that it never ends.
I walk by each fallen hero who stands in the fields
Some waves to me. Others smile and hum
Until... The mortars drop
And they all have no place to cover.
I fall to the ground with them,
But later find out that I was delusional.

Upon the hill, us who still remain
Stood side by side.
With pride and with hope that this new light
Would beam and shine
Through our long-lasting emptiness.