I think I see soldiers
swarming down
over our hillside
in among the clumps of bushes
and down along the brown pathways
and converge and come
in waves
into the center of town,
and all at once
the fields, laden with
fifty years of peace
turn pale,
and narrow white flags unfurl
and wave limply
from all the trees.
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