EmbraceA Poem by devonLittle soldier, Atop rolling hills of green - “Remember me”, and shaky voice of boy meets Steady earth beneath man’s feet. Sun, hidden in safety, Behind curtains of steeled gray, Beckoned, beckoned, beckoned for those Brave enough to play. In a war both sides will lose, A little soldier is consumed Into a man’s grave. To his little boy’s corpse,
The earth, unheard, whispers: “I will remember you.” © 2013 devonAuthor's Note
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