I started writing this poem years ago, but left it half written and couldn’t bring myself to find a way to finish it, mostly because I didn’t know how it should end. Today I did… Sitting here in this airport just look at me,In a wheelchair bandaged I can hardly see;My long journey home I... Continue Reading →

This Is My Rifle

My rifle I hold with a steady hand, To fight for freedom and make a stand; My country goes where there is a need, Though they know that some will bleed. When setting foot on a distant shore, Prepared for battle like never before; Think not of the reason we all were sent, Or dissect... Continue Reading →

The Rendezvous

The dark may come if I close an eye, And make me scream and make me cry; Shadows long and ghosts dance near, To try and force upon me fear. Ever on guard to make a stand, To be delivered from his bony hand; Trying to kill, to quench my breath, Forcing now a rendezvous... Continue Reading →

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