Marching, warring,
Shooting, screaming,
Hiding in a foreign desert
Ambush, trenches,
Wrenching pain
She’s far away.
Wonder, wander,
“Sir, Commander,
grant a furlough,
please, Sir,
see my sadness.”
Soldier, go, son,
find out what you must.
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I am a retired language arts teacher from Michigan who has published a book of poems. I write poetry in the classic forms. My reading interests are non-fiction, especially in the areas of medicine and spirituality. I am a pianist, and also enjoy word puzzles and games.
November 19, 2012 at 2:43 pm
War. What is it good for?
November 19, 2012 at 3:28 pm
Nothing as far as I can tell.