Memories of Valor

Memories of Valor

a poem by

William Pennington

 

In bright and broiling light i came

To walk upon my field again

Although at home it lacked of might

And so I came again at night

 

As I walked the field with light receding

my mind return to years preceding,

those of my putrid business life

to times of greatest turmoil and strife

 

These years at home for once i was

to die i would for glory's cause

I'd give my life, or would've that day

so forever here my memory would stay

 

the miry clay my senses hone

the nosises chill me to the bone

I heard them now the crowd is cheering

and at the coach a drunk is jeering

 

the sounds are strong but yet the smells,

of even stronger stories tell

the sweat the grass the blood the tears

and they stayed here still through all the years

 

I know my time will soon be past

and to my grave I'll go at last

but to this field once I shall return

to recall this life my soul does yearn

 

And as i venture past the grave

i know this field my soul did save

my legs are weak my body frail

the bleachers shine a ghostly pale

 

the stands the lights the names have changed

but still the field remains the same

and as a tear swells in my eye

I lay myself down here to die

 

No greater honor than this God's plan

To take my life where it began

to restore to me in all their power

my dearest memories of strife and valor

Author's Note

ignore spelling/grammar

Reviews

[Emily B]

This is a worthy write. I look forward to reading more of your work.