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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The Broken Guitar by Richard Greene is a collection of poems about war: Memorial Reading the name of a young man who died in war saddens us. Yet more the names of thousands engraved in granite, or marble, their parents' hopes and dreams interred in stone. All that remains are a few keepsakes, and memories of newborns, toddlers, vulnerable boys, youths becoming men, those now sad memories, and names carved in cold stone. Who wanted those wars? Their leaders of course, but all too often those same young men, and all too often those who mourn for them.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The Broken Guitar by Richard Greene is a collection of poems about war: Memorial Reading the name of a young man who died in war saddens us. Yet more the names of thousands engraved in granite, or marble, their parents' hopes and dreams interred in stone. All that remains are a few keepsakes, and memories of newborns, toddlers, vulnerable boys, youths becoming men, those now sad memories, and names carved in cold stone. Who wanted those wars? Their leaders of course, but all too often those same young men, and all too often those who mourn for them.