Started To Look

Started to Look What if into the ashes you started to look And all you found was a burned up book DIARY was the only word you had read Had heard that the owner of it was dead. He was gone after his twilight had neared And on his grave much blood was smeared From family members who were soldiers Who had known him all those many years. A volley of shots loudly went into the air Over grave of a soldier no longer there Last thing done before they did leave Was to gently cry and grieve and grieve. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet RiverSea Plantation Bolivia, NC