Home From the War

Stars were bright as he rode toward the valley Cars formed a chain on the road down below Bars flashed their neon near their closin' time Wars he put behind and he'd leave it so Mist from the pony's nostrils spoke of cold Kissed by the frost but never by Nicole Missed by the town but not by his true love Grist for the grinding he knew was his soul Clear came the recall of rain filled trenches Near to his heart he had kept her letters Dear to his future she filled up his mind Fear never came to shackle like fetters Then home to her arms had never happened Men in her life had grown to be legion When things such as this occurred he had learned Grin - pat the pony - ride from the region 1-13-20 Contest: Lento Sponsor: Dear Heart