The Fading Tales Of Heroes Poem by Randal Johnson

The Fading Tales Of Heroes



World War II novels
With tattered covers
Worn out bindings
And faded pages
Rest in rows each night,

But by day
You can find them
Out in the halls,
Sitting on benches,
Walking on pathways.

I saw them last week
At the Old Soldiers Home.
Their thin necks
Like bookmarks tucked
Into real life war stories.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem was written after driving through the grounds of The Old Soldier's Home in Orting, Washington.
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Randal Johnson

Randal Johnson

Tacoma, Washington, U.S.A.
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