Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

A Stroll To the Bakery

Clouds swirling, bird circling
The Heavens rumbled, heaved a sigh
Ventured forth a lad, he bore no Cross
Through angry streets, refuse-tossed

Flies buzzed 'round him, fetid friends
Night air crackled, 'neath ammunition's lens
The lad strained hearts for a crust or crumb
Hope lay dormant, her voice struck dumb...

Bled dry, they covered him, face down in a gutter
War's verdict sealed, its unutterable utter

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Kim Rodrigues July 15, 2019 at 6:27 PM Wow! The title then the sad stroll through wartime. Gershon Wolf July 15, 2019 at 8:16 PM Yes, the title here is a bit of peace-time misdirection, isn't it?! Thanks for letting me know how you see it. Best wishes, gw

Panagiota Romios July 15, 2019 at 4:22 PM I ditto Harry's comment. PR Gershon Wolf July 15, 2019 at 5:07 PM Hey, Panagiota, thank you for your enthusiasm...Aw, what the H, ditto my comment for Harry. :) gw

Harry Horsman July 15, 2019 at 4:11 PM Wow, how powerful this little gem, that say so much, brilliant.... Gershon Wolf July 15, 2019 at 5:07 PM Hey, Harry, thank you for your enthusiasm over this one. I'm trying my best to put out a good one once in a while. Best wishes, Gershon