When embers burn low
And hard drink makes him soft
The words tumble out
He no longer seems lost
Pen captures feeling
When the story’s unclear
The woods bring quiet
This darkness, no fear
Such contrast, the world
Back where he lives
And the war, back then
Where this saga begins
The boy and old man
In the blink of an eye
While other boys lay
In the field where they died
Meaning, purpose?
The cost was so high
Unsure how to live
When he thought he would die
But crickets sing now
A cool breeze in the night
Sorting it out
Years after the fight
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Stuart Shine
Simple and thought provoking. The images of men dying in fields and survivors struggling to find purpose because of their proximity to death resonates deeply. Thank you.
Uncle Walkie
Thank you for the feedback brother. Glad to hear the words hit home.
Mark Dean
So true! Incredible truth and creativity here, brother! You always paint the perfect picture with your words. Love it!
Uncle Walkie
Thanks brother!