The shots ring out,
The soldiers drop,
Comrades shout,
The soldiers are filled with doubt,
As they splash through the slop,
The shots ring out,
The blood shall spout,
The bodies flop,
Comrades shout,
No More scout,
The bodies pile higher, his on top
The shots ring out,
The enemy starts to Strout,
As the army is served slop,
Comrades shout,
The army pushes on through the drought,
The soldiers drink water glop,
The shots ring out,
Comrades shout.
Oh, I love to get lost
In a book* I adore,
Where the characters feel
Like I’ve met them before
And the subject is one
That is close to my soul
And the writing’s so good
I could swallow it whole
For it takes me away
To a different place,
Though there’s so much familiar
For me to embrace.
As the pages slip by
I may try to pretend
That the author will never
Give in to an end
But, of course, it will stop
And I’m left wanting more,
Hoping pleas for a sequel
Ms. Strout won’t ignore.
*(Lucy by the Sea by Elizabeth Strout)
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