Jim Milks

Rookie (2/7/1966 / Boston)

Poems of Jim Milks

241. The Wall 1/3/2008
242. The Weary Solider 8/30/2007
243. The World: A Haiku 6/4/2008
244. The young man: A Limerick 1/27/2009
245. This is what summer means to me 5/25/2008
246. Through the eyes of a child 4/10/2008
247. Time a Master: A Haiku 6/17/2008
248. Time: A Haiku 9/10/2007
249. To My Wife on Our Anniversary 8/30/2007
250. To my Wife, my Friend 9/5/2007
251. To Speedy 5/12/2009
252. To the Sea 10/8/2008
253. Today I sat… 7/2/2008
254. Traffic: A Haiku 9/30/2007
255. Travel in The Woods 3/29/2009
256. Travel: A Limerick 5/21/2008
257. Trust 8/30/2007
258. Voting: a Haiku 10/1/2007
259. Wedding: a Haiku 5/14/2008
260. What is a Grandfather? 1/21/2008

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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