Joe C. Reed Poems

There was an old geezer past seventy they say,
He went often to the pond to pray.
This old geezer loved the Lord they say,
He saw an angel sitting there,
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Bastogne, Belgium, nineteen forty-four,
German panzers are knocking on the door.
The screaming eagles are dug in,
saying thus far but no more. The little town is under a blanket of white.
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Where the mist is on the meadow
and the sun's behind the mount
the Scot's are gathered yearly
to play their games and flount On Grandfather mountain's glenn
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