The pine shadows played on the ground
When he got on the knoll.
It was a wonderful view
In the vast jungle of pine trees
An open realm under the sun
And then
The guns rattled out of the blue
And he fell
On his own blood,
No splash, just a scarce falling
the shadows play even now on where they fall on
until the sun sets.
An American had said the sun also rose.
What else did not!