Kurt Philip Behm

Barren Hill

The fire’s gone out

in the last wooden hut

Fresh snow has been falling,

cold hunger abuts

 

The Red Coats emboldened

in far Germantown

The wind carries stillness,

with death all around

 

A General stands watch

on the farthest of hills

His heart never waivers,

his anger instills

 

The firewood gone

but the embers still burn

O’er forests and rivers,

to Paris in turn

 

The Schuylkill runs quiet,

Lenape scouts have returned

“Our enemy grows fat, Sir,

in taverns that burn”

 

The outcome awaiting,

its body count high

Where cabins though frozen

—the stars and stripes fly

 

(Valley Forge: November, 2020)

 

 

 

Trails End

 

Death is no harder

 than living

—when there’s nowhere left to go

 

(Lenape Trail: November, 2020)

 

 

Comments3

  • Christina8

    I applaud both these poems! Excellent! Barren Hill was amazing and Trails End was so true......

    Great to get back on and read your poetry!!

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks Christina. Welcome back.

      Kurt

    • Trenz Pruca

      Thank you.

    • Eugene S.

      Awesome read!



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