Danny Derden Poet Narrative

The Chill of '69

As I sat and pondered my final draft,
I lifted my cup for another draft,
When the cracked window let in a cold draft,
And chilled me just like the '69 draft.

Bringing back faces of the men I led,
In '69 the air was filled with lead,
A sudden snap. I broke the pencil lead,
This note to a soldier's son outweighs lead.

I could not let the chance to write you pass,
And tell you how he fought in that damned pass,
Your father never let a challenge pass,
Never a test so hard he could not pass.

Of all my men he was the best in line,
So I'm writing you...the last of his line,
And hoping you don't find me out of line,
Bringing back the past with such a poor line.

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