Open Poetry #15 |
The Farewell |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
The Farewell Standing in the shadows Like a tragic cameo. I glimpsed the two young lovers, As the lad prepared to go. From the waist up he was naked- But his pants were Rebel gray... As his southern belle fought bravely, Just to hold her tears at bay. "I will write you", was his promise- As he gently bade farwell. "For my orders came this morning, I'll be gone for quite a spell". Through two years she waited bravely- Letters few and far between. His last letter spoke of being home By the time the grass turned green. Then one morning in the garden- Her mother slowly came... In her heart a dread was forming, With her lips she formed his name... Then her mother slowly handed her- The missal edged in black, And her world came down around her, For he won't be coming back. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Very nicely written, my friend...so many saw it that way. jwesley |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Very well done as usual! So many casulaties of war! Betty Lou Hebert |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
This is a possibility we all dread. James |
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