The Fencepost
The fencepost, bits now
Sunk below the surface of
The dirt, lay broken much the
Same as that day, years ago,
Little Georgie told his Ma, with
Excitement building in his voice,
Hurried by his mates pleading
Nearbye "Momma, I'll fix the
Fence better than new when I
Get home from the war! it won't
Be long... seeya Ma"
What's left of the fence, barely
Visible in the tall weeds of the
Vacant lot,
Lay forgotten
By the Whitehall
Neocons...
11/9/14
© james marshall goff
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2014
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