Stuart Kaler


The Lesson - Poem by Stuart Kaler

In the heat of mid-August, my young daughter flittered behind,
as I solemnly walked along the wooded path.

Coming to a solitary stone marker, I stopped.
'So, this is where it happened.....'
'What, daddy? '

'Listen, can you hear them? ! Alabama rebels running up to take this hill from us boys from Maine! '

'Quick, there is a stick - it is your rifle....Pick it up....We must hold this hill at all cost! '

'Get ready! Charge! '

Scanning the trees for the unseen enemy, clutching her rifle, tentative steps at first, then picking up speed...

'Stop! That's enough now.... how do you feel my brave little soldier? '

'I'm scared, Dad....'
'.....I know... I'm sorry...'

'Come sweetie, let's skip back to the car together.'


Comments about The Lesson by Stuart Kaler

  • Gold Star - 45,552 Points Gajanan Mishra (1/19/2014 2:01:00 AM)

    good one, thanks, I like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 19, 2014



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