The SentinelA Poem by I C S Clark-HoggDedicated to my son who fought in the gulf war 1990/1THE SENTINEL. I stand guard, the long night watches In the silence: I feel, I see. Slow passing time I'm waiting, No bugle sounds for me. At last the sun is rising At my post: the cold, then searing heat. I travel the route - ever onward, Turning wheels and tramping feet. I taste the sand between my teeth, I share emotions: the fear, the pain. Months passing by - I'm weary Will there never be peace again? I stand guard, the long night watches Without weapons; no knife, no gun, Only my love - I'm praying, Please God, give me back my son. © 2009 I C S Clark-HoggReviews
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Added on January 1, 2009AuthorI C S Clark-HoggDurham, United KingdomAboutI am a great-grandmother. I live with my husband, Poeticpiers, 2 dogs and 2 cats near Durham in England. I have enjoyed writing all of my life. I paint, using a variety of mediums, read and discuss ph.. more..Writing
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