Weekend WarrriorA Poem by Sharon KimWeekly battle waged and wonWeekend
Warrior He
rides upon his mighty steed Cutting
a swath through the emerald terrain. In
his wake, tiny forces take flight, Scattering
as he makes another pass. On
the ground, fallen soldiers lie, Drying
in the sun. The
smell of their wounds, Fresh
on the wind. Dismounting,
he wipes his brow And
surveys his conquest. A
job well done, Drink
in hand, he quenches his thirst. © 2013 Sharon KimAuthor's Note
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