photo by dsnake1
from the hills,
no one noticed
daylight had broken,
had stopped croaking,
our muddy boots,
our rifles rusting
from last night's rain
slick with dew.
"as the black shell of a sky fell on us
my comrades, my brothers
my thoughts, their thoughts we tumbled towards
-- dsnake1, excerpts from lonely when away from home
Shared on Poetry Pantry #323 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2016