Treasure Island

Jim Milks

(2/7/1966 / Boston)

Poems of Jim Milks

261. What price Virtue: A Limerick 5/16/2008
262. What? 10/29/2007
263. Winter in Summer 1/30/2008
264. Winter Wonderland: A Haiku 1/27/2009
265. Wonder 12/28/2009
266. Worthwhile 8/30/2007
267. Written Backward 8/30/2007
268. Written on Christmas Eve... 12/24/2007
269. Zea Mays 8/30/2007

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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