from before the snow fell

The air is heavy.
The gray
blankets the sky.
The hills are agleam
with the fires of vengeance.
And all are on
the dancing floor of war.

No one credits
the young men
who battle.
And bleed.
The generals unjustly
reap the glory.
Yet they after all,
wield but the one sword.

When the noble have all succumbed
and now reside
in the arms of angels,
I am just a fallen sparrow.
With the taste
of blood on my tongue.
Yet, this is my work
and I can claim it.

R.T. Notaro is a news photographer/writer/producer, currently working in Philadelphia. With over 30 years in the television industry, R.T. has been nominated for three Emmy Awards, along with two AP News Awards. When not working R.T. can be found reading, cooking or trying to become a better guitar player. R.T. writes on a variety of topics because nothing should be off limits. You can follow R.T. On Twitter @RTNotaro