Your Scattered Flowers Blossomed
Tom Bradbury - Ne'er to be forgotten
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
the drums are beating.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
your sheep are bleating.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
your mates are calling.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
where have you gone?
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
you can’t be done.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
please come home.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
the whiskeys waiting.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
your England’s wanting.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
your lover's yearning.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
the mill is dying.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
the pen is drying.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
tales lay unfinished.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
your voice is silent.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
your posts we’re searching.
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Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
the mourner’s marching.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
the world is weeping.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
for you are sleeping.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
storms have gathered.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
skies are darkened..
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
the angels harkened
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
French fields lay quiet.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
our hearts are broken.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
eternity has spoken.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
our heads are bowed.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
the drumbeats slowed.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
from your birth to dust,
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
the wind does whisper,
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
your scattered flowers blossomed.
Tom, Tom, Tom, …………..
ne’er to be forgotten.
Tom, Tom, Tom,
Tom, Tom.
Tom.
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J. S. Wade
Since reading Tolkien in Middle school, I have been fascinated with creating, reading, and hearing art through story’s and music. I am a perpetual student of writing and life.
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Comments (3)
Loved rereading this. The drumbeat are so unique.
What a beautiful tribute. Well done.
While still in shock, read last year an hearted. Today re-read and in rememberance, I weep.