David McLansky

Freshman - 899 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

en Route: La Charite Sur Loire (For Christian) - Poem by David McLansky

She will not come
Nor will she ever come,
And I will not kid myself
To wait longer;
I will pass on
Looking at the stale countryside
As I go,
And watch the trees turn purple
In the growing shade of night,
And find comfort in the warmth
Inside my jacket;
Things are different
On the road alone,
And maybe better
Because they're simpler;
I only have to manage for one,
Consult one, know one, fulfill one;
Without debate, I climb a fence in France
To seek a bed in a field of wheat;
And by myself
There's no, 'Oh, God, ' sigh;
Just sleep amid the night field life,
And maybe a quick peak at the stars.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 13, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, April 14, 2014


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