(A subject very close to my heart). For the soldiers who walk alone inside themselves with their memories.
the glorious march home,
Love fierce as death, he prays
to meet beloved, courage renewed,
Slept with fear as his blanket,
longing to feel the wind,
to bravely weep relief,
Sweetest birdsong haunting all he knows –
screaming, explosive echoes;
Never a hero in his own mind,
simply a man,
wishing to see his world,
with different eyes.
Poetry by Stars&Pills
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Written on 2012-07-25 at 02:18
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The Front Line Cavalry
A soldier's heart never forgets,the glorious march home,
Love fierce as death, he prays
to meet beloved, courage renewed,
Slept with fear as his blanket,
longing to feel the wind,
to bravely weep relief,
Sweetest birdsong haunting all he knows –
screaming, explosive echoes;
Never a hero in his own mind,
simply a man,
wishing to see his world,
with different eyes.
Poetry by Stars&Pills
Read 557 times
Written on 2012-07-25 at 02:18
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