I reread this

sistanumsysistanumsy Posts: 218
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Words on a page

Breezen, a night without
light looking confused
over the Lookout, over
there see? Mountains
Gracious, glory, good.

What was done or finished
The job never complete
Tasking away each hour
no regret , only repeat
New things old things
all the same, so it’s not

I may need a rifle, say
To protect the garage.
So many around, a bit
closer than I used to see
weather hold out just two
trips longer, some musta
died I see, blessed hope
K-The lost will do their best to get home, if they are loved. To our soldiers who have given what they had.
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Comments

  • "I may need a rifle, say
    To protect the garage." - Man, do I love that line!!!! :) It's perfect!

    I like the whole poem because I feel I can draw my own conclusions and you're not force feeding me. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • sistanumsysistanumsy Posts: 218
    I am sure this may reflect more. Sweet.
    K-The lost will do their best to get home, if they are loved. To our soldiers who have given what they had.
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