Ambush
Long, hot day,
vicious sun beating down,
nature's desiccant.
Loading up, packing gear.
Day is done,
head for camp.
Rolling thunder,
sudden stop.
Death reigns in,
curtains of fire.
Eyes all about, searching,
Ali Babbas all around.
Not knowing, I move.
You see, for me,
time is life, safety second.
Blood soaked sand,
ripping, tearing,
white to red.
Making the call,
four to go up,
breaking through metal rain,
carried away by wings of
brown and green.
Copyright © Linda Smith | Year Posted 2005
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