Quick Glance

A battle field....

No one hides,

gunshots firing,

he had walked with huge strides,

seemingly never tiring,

his men at times,

found themselves almost running

to stay with him through the blast,

he was much older, but he was fast,

and the quick rest

hadn’t been near enough,

but they did their best,

after the second stop,

more bombs would pop,

with a quick glance,

and becoming a huddled mass,

they didn’t stand a chance,

they were cooked alive in one pass.

Reviews

[wirte4me]

I like this. Good job. I like the way it was put together. {=

[James Paulin]

Another well devised poem that works as a generic vignette because it focuses on individuals in a common situation. Sometimes context is unnecessary. I like the way you use rhymes in important poems.