La Escuela Montana
The Brilliant sun begins it’s slow decent
Down the blinding snow covered slopes
White clad soldiers, under our packs are bent
Climbing up the anchor ropes
“El sol esta yendo!” our sergeant yells
We welcome its warming rays
Keep to the valley’s, like darkened cells
We’ve been marching like this all day
“oye gringo! Quiere café?”
When we stop to rest I act like I’m fine
How can they drink that and have their strength stay?
yet the coffee makes its way down the line.
Boots crunch hard into new packed nieve
With skis strapped to the sides of our packs
Passing through a snow choked levy
We yearn for the barracks, and our racks
Once its up the sun begins to set
Not much time before the temperature drops
We change our guantes as they’re soaking wet
And dig refugios - like all our stops
That night freezing inside our cave
Too tired to sleep, we talk and game
Of women and beer and past deeds brave
A soldier’s language is always the same.
A contest entry
- No Rules by J L Whalen.
550 points, ended July 31, 2007, 52 entries
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Comments
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Excellent Job!
That night freezing inside our cave
Too tired to sleep, we talk and game
Of women and beer and past deeds brave
A soldier’s language is always the same.
Hahaha makes no difference what Army what country. we're all the same.
Stay Safe My Brother! OOOOOOOORHAAAAAAAAA!
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I enjoyed this immensely. What a great story spun into poetry. Just great.
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Fantastic
Welcome to AP...This is a fantastic write...You paint such a vivid picture ..looking forward to more of your work...
Peace
~M~
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