Saving Cpl King
the evening was quite rushed as dalloway sat
calling to the tamed and wildly educated
an yet the daintiness allowed an infatuated
nest of kindness inspite the poised night
that brought such a gracious glare in sight
while the meaning of a lighthouse sung soft
away from the dark stairs and garden loft
the day turned down a silent orange sigh
between the gleaming spears that went on by
casting over shores and river banks
while the shores sung o'glory to all of her tanks
while the canvas shouted out a quaint theme
bringing the sand to rise the river streams
as patience so galently removed an yet
the sunshined at bay without even a fret
as the wind rushed through the crowded breeze
leaving little room to even raise a sleeve
while the cape cod was surely missed
as it was the purity of freedom so well kissed
for the days grew short but war indeed is no sport
Copyright © Yolanda Joy Nicholsen | Year Posted 2011
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