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Remembering The Fallen Heroes

...I was only about four years old when I saw my mother crying
Two soldiers at our front door said something about him dying
When they left mom took me to one side and she said to me
"Daddy's nev...

A mother's grief

...A mother’s grief

I never wanted you to go to war it was your father’s idea said it would make you a man to be away from me cut the apron strings he said. You were my baby boy wrapped in a grown ma...

A Wounded Dog

...From the sound of the bugle
in the rush of the wind
The bodies are counted
as grieving begins

In the morrow replaying
as blood spills again
The enemy forward
whose countenance grim

The co...

Filed

...The old soldier, rheumy eyed and cold
Sits at attention in his wheelchair
Bemedalled chest heaving gently
Thinks of comrades not there.
Now just bones in cemeteries 
Some not even identified 
a...

A Note In the Wind - Nw

...A sustained note sounded from across the river
Carried on the wind, destined for my ear
At first, I felt a shiver running down my spine
I heard a note from a solitary bugler so clearly.
Suddenly ...

The Silence of the Trumpet

...Trumpet call
And all down tools,
People who don't live by the rules,
Listen to these trumpets calls
The caller is a hypnotiser,
A cad and a womaniser,
He is also a billionaire,
Without any sav...

Manu Pango

...The trill under the
morning star
rings out a gusto
and vivacious song.
Oh! Sweet merle your irrepressible melody
defies all that is logic, the chill piercing morning
still only an infan...

A Winter's Song

...The brazen wind flows through the naked trees, 
where multitudes of scrawny fingers attached 
to stout limbs conduct the aria.

the trill of the dawn
awakes the sedulity…
a wee tad foisty

Wi...

Brazen Red Rooster

...in violet dawn
he screeches a world awake
barnyard bugler struts

the sun is coming
and he's the first one to know
blooms and butterflies

red rooster so bold
like desert cactus flowers
and...

The Guitar Pick

...It's never been so hard, to play my friend the blues,
It's never been so hard, to play my friend the blues,
Though right beside him I did sit,
I played out all the tunes.

Every day he got much ...

The Fallen One

...The coffin is in the hearse, flag draped with pride
The fallen one is silent, as he takes his last ride

He is not the only one, many before have also gone
Giving their life in battle, never to f...

Grateful For the First Light of Day

...The eminent breeze slips through the trees,
multitudes of scrawny fingers guided by stout limbs,
conducts the aria.

the trill of daybreak
whilst the morning star shines bright
the moon on the ...

Fort Laramie - a Trooper's Story

...At dawn the bugle's piercin' call roused troopers for another wretched day,
Of curryin' horses, shovelin' manure, drillin', guard duty and gatherin' hay!
Another day of bellerin' sergeants and pomp...

Salute To Memorial Day

...I have never been in a war…PEACE…I’ve lived it…breathed it…taught it…
but as much as I have hated war…I respect all those who fought it.

I’ve lived long enough to know …we all see the world throu...

A Haibun Song

...(December-January))

The brazen wind flows through the naked trees, where multitudes of scrawny fingers attached to stout limbs conduct the aria.

the trill of the dawn
awakes the sedulity
a se...

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