Posted: January 8, 2015 in Writing

As children, we bore wooden swords and plastic rifles

and our armies moved across the meadows

until the sun went down and the street lights came on.

Then we went home and put our toys away

and a pistol to our temple

to bid the day farewell.

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  1. Powerful poetry – valiant heart. Thank you.

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