The soldier waits ...
With rifle unaimed
With bullet unfired
With bayonet unfixed
With uniform unknown
With boots untrodden
With rations uneaten
With canteen unreplenished,
With words unspoken
With letter unread
With locket unopened
With face unseen
With dreams undreamt
With life unlived
With love undiminished ...
For a grave to be dug.
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Author:
Christopher Elwell (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2017 16:58
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Comments2
Well written and expressed
Thanks.
Welcome
A powerful write - nice one Christopher
Thank you.
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