Doug Morrow (Asheville NC)
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A Soldiers Flight
Below the trees the cold wind roars, the young soldier is ready for the fight, the screaming bird on its final flight of war.
He always departs from right to left, protecting his boys like his only begotten sons, fire in the night, OH MY GOD, were the only ones.
Paradise alley is heaven sent, bright red tracers his only defense, his aching body acts as sculpting clay, his fearful mind racing to save the day.
All back home safe and sound, truly a miracle for these old hounds.Looking for