Peaceful times
bring peaceful thoughts
in the absence of war
and strife.
He went back to the farm,
the ancient place, where he
sought old friends, memories,
and remnants of a familiar life.
Looking for George,
a childhood friend,
who was no where to be found.
He searched and searched
sought out to say:
"Hello, George"
then go to the fishing hole
on a reminiscent day.
Rumor had it
from the people in town,
George never made it back;
seems he landed
at Tripoli,
never made it out,
never survived that last attack.
A funeral service
was held for he who was lost,
and in the front row,
dressed in black,
his old friend-
who stood and wept
until he wept no more
and wished for the war to end.
Author notes
For Veterans Day - 11/11/08
This poem is loosely based off of the stories my Grandfather used to tell. George is a fictional character, but stands out in my mind as any friend, brother, father, son, or lover who was ever lost in war. May God bless and keep their souls.
A contest entry
- Memories of Sacrifice - Winklings #142 by Lyndon.
1750 points, ended November 17, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Give me a critical thought.
Comments
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The personal touch made this poem very effective. Bringing the tragedy close to home helps all of us realize the loss of just one life.
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This is very touching and real. I like its casual poignance.
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