Jim Milks

Rookie (2/7/1966 / Boston)

Poems of Jim Milks

181. South Cemetery 11/2/2008
182. Space Available 8/30/2007
183. Spring Morning: A Haiku 10/6/2007
184. Spring: Haiku 11/13/2008
185. Springtime for Mr. Toad: a Fairy Tale/ Nursery Rhyme 12/10/2008
186. Springtime: A haiku 5/21/2008
187. Storm: a Haiku 9/6/2007
188. Straw in a Field of Wheat 8/30/2007
189. Summer rain 8/30/2007
190. Summer: Haiku 11/13/2008
191. Summer’s last gasp 6/12/2008
192. Sunday Morning 8/30/2007
193. Surprise: a Limerick 5/19/2008
194. Tears: A haiku 5/20/2008
195. Thanksgiving minus one 11/3/2008
196. The Abington Abolitionist 10/13/2008
197. The Archaic Man 11/7/2008
198. The Battle of Pilots Knob 8/30/2007
199. The Broken Flower 9/4/2007
200. The Call of Silence 1/2/2008

The Weary Solider

Upon the ancient battlefield the weary soldier stands
bowed of head and beaten of frame.
He stands a vigil to guard what remains
His weary eyes, his timeworn face, his spirit is broken
his uniform a disgrace. Yet still he stands and never falters
this is his fate he dare not alter.
He guards the dead, protects the fallen,
his comrades are gone they are not forgotten
alone he stands and this he dreads

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