Freedom's Pub
A misty fog shrouds the valley
they gather in the freedom pub
tattered olive-green memories
fear laid waste by valor
tears denied their proper time
ghosts that rue the passing
of every soldier’s night.
John G. Lawless
©11/17/2022
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