A Note in the Wind - NW
A sustained note sounded from across the river
Carried on the wind, destined for my ear
At first, I felt a shiver running down my spine
I heard a note from a solitary bugler so clearly.
Suddenly I was transported to a scene long ago
Where some soldiers were burying a fallen friend
To the familiar sound of the military “Taps”
I knew the scene well, for he was my granddad.
I had searched for his burial place for many a year
To no avail, seeming like it was obscured forever,
‘Til I came across the history of his unit’s last raid
And following their movements along the river,
I came to the banks of the Ohio near Marietta,
I was gazing across to the old cemetery square
When I heard the plaintive note in the wind,
Then I knew my granddad was laid to rest here.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written October 26, 2022
Submitted to “A Note in the Wind” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
Copyright © L MILTON HANKINS | Year Posted 2022
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