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Warrior's Lament

Mountain laurel perfume wafted in the soft breeze. Myriads of flittering birds sang in the trees. At peace on our cabin porch with feet on the rail Until a trumpet blast called me to hit the trail. When at last would come my soldier’s release To return to our laurels, birds, and peace? With the martial trumpet silent once more, All survivors returned to their home shore. Would I limp stiff legged down the last mile, To laurels, and birds, and your peaceful smile? Alas, but a dream that came not to pass. My future lay beneath the clover grass. Wrapped in red, white, and blue came my release, To scentless laurels, silent birds and wailing peace.

Copyright © David Drowley

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