Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 9, 2016

Soldier’s View~by Norman Wilson


 

 

Soldier’s View

Kindred are the spirits that have come forth
Spirits that have walked with me once before
As I shoulder on, off to the cries of war
Where graves lay un-dug on foreign shores

I am starving to see the rose and thistles back home
Where I would sit in the fields to write my poems
Then watch the gofers running busily by
Before they entered their holes in the ground before my eyes

I hear the bullets shearing through the air
Less than a distant second from the space, I share
As I wish, the battle was elsewhere
While the bombs blast in red blistering flare

There is panache in the words that I write
For I feel the dark of my words without light
As there is no description for the war that I fight
While death tries to seek all in blackest night

Let me go home once before I die
One more time so I can say good-bye
To all the things blooming in flowering spring
Where the birds flock in trees just to sing

I do not want an un-dug grave on a foreign shore
I do not want to see any more blood and gore
So send me home from this thousand-year-old war
That others have fought a thousand times before

All rights reserved 03/05/16
Norman Francis

 

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Responses

  1. I agree. Powerful and needed words.

  2. Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Powerful words and thoughts by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.

  3. Bravo!


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