Walking down these Irish roads with a random black and white dog
I've not been able to shake this little mutt since the country side
He must have never seen an American in uniform leaning on a cane
Or he just thought I was interesting decided to follow along for a bit
The lands so beautiful, walking along these cobblestones is peaceful
Slowly I make my way to the church on this quiet morning
But for the first time in a long time my eyes are watery as I walk
The click of my cane harmonizes with the click of the dog's nails
Little mutt goes to the door waiting for me as I pause to stare
Drying my eyes slowly I struggle up the stairs then open the door
A calming church, the candles were lit dancing across the walls
The click is loud,I am afraid of angering God with the noise
I rest myself in the back in a wooden pew wishing I wasn't here
The priest speaks the words of beauty, hope, love, compassion
I curse but they still bring a comfort to a soul that is exhausted
Tears flow as I listen to the words written by man, inspired by God
I stare at the walls decorated with pieces of man's handiwork
Each one trying to capture the glory of a God that watched over us
The colorful lights dancing through the painted windows with stories
A mighty cross with a fallen savior stretched out embracing my mate
The white robed angel stands over the coffin wrapped in the flag
I drop my eyes to the red plush carpet as they end the service
My tears stain the carpet, then stain the grainwood of the pews
Painfully I arise to my feet leaning heavily on my cane weeping
Click, click,click goes my cane as I make my way to the front
Resting my hand on the flag covered coffin I whisper my thanks
The light of God surrounds me as I stand by the coffin saying bye
click, click,click I make my way out of the beautiful monestary...
There on the footsteps the little mutt awaits me patiently
Reaching down I scratch his ears, moving carefully down the road
This quiet morning I know I'll never forget the peaceful monestary
Where I saw my friend embraced into the arms of a loving God...
Author notes
This is the first in a series called "Old Soldier's Soul"
These poems have a deep and personal impact on my personal life. They tell a story that sometimes I cannot speak of who I miss the most, if you wish to truly know then message me and we can talk about it.
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Where I saw my friend embraced into the arms of a loving God
Very nice poem, you're very good and describing things. Nice imagery and I could almost see Ireland. Thanks for entering and good luck in my contest.
Nice words.
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I've never cried because of a poem before, and I can't say that anymore. I don't really know what to say to say to this either, I'm not heartless enough to try and correct you even if I HAD seen mistakes and this isn't the type ofpoem that sends me into fangirl mode. So I don't know what to do.
I hope you understand.
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A deep reflective poem. Sombre yet recognizing the rays of hope and making a new friend to boot. Life continues whether we care or not. Wonderful entry, thank you.
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i thought it was sad and sweet all in one .. and I read it not knowing it was completely false and for a contest until after I was done. I realized then it was for a contest, so i looked a the contest and I was like "OOOOH" LOL actually the imagery was pretty good.. and thinking it was true made me sad.
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Beautiful.. The imgaery was so vivid, the man, the dog.. Everything. The coffin wrapped in a fla made me think of my grandfather's funeral. Best of luck in the contest.
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