Divina Boulangé Poems
|2.||Without The Other||4/25/2006|
|3.||Quick! A Poem! !||6/11/2006|
|4.||Your Strongest Weapon||7/3/2006|
|5.||The Unseen Battle||4/17/2007|
|6.||I Tried It All Until...||8/24/2006|
|7.||What Is Truth?||5/16/2006|
|9.||Not A Word||5/2/2006|
|11.||A Soldier Remembers||4/24/2006|
A Soldier Remembers
That bitter night in Valley Forge stands above my other memories.
‘Twas winter, and the snowy winds whistled through the trees.
Gathered ‘round a dying fire, soldiers shivered from the night chill.
Few were sleeping; others keeping solemn vigil stood still.
At the edge of the encampment, a movement caught my eye.
A dark form disappeared behind a bush; could it be a spy?
Quietly I rose and, following the footprints, slipped into the night.
A trail of bloody snow was all that I could discern in the moonlight.
As I reached the clearing, I saw a crumpled figure ...