A flickering glimpse
Of life as it was,
A spyglass peering
At the past now long gone.
Figures, now dust
Gaze out at me,
Waving across the years,
Little knowing that
War would claim so many.
In a way
They are still there,
Trapped forever
Within the celuloid.
A peep behind the eyes
Of long dead souls.
Trapped for all eternity,
Forced to perpetually repeat
The actions of that day,
So long ago.
James Hughes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-long-ago/
