Mrs. Yolanda Nicholsen Poet Naat

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 in spite 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

and patience so gallantly removed an yet
the sun shined 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

Written by Yolanda Joy Nicholsen 
March 2005 undisclosed location
in loving memory of my grandfather 
Cpl Roosevelt King

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