Sunlight peeps thru closed curtains
like a sleepy child, nodding in - out
yet you sleep. the wave of pre-dawn
passion, renaming lost childhood dreams
The sun, a glass marble shines on innocense.
I lie in short grass, looking into the future.
The moon- a shiny biscut covers the clouds.
friends found in an old photo albam
so young, full of life, i remember
when the death bird sang, calling sorrow
calling your name
the clock stops, it's 7 past sunrise
rain clouds gather in widow's veil
I am studdering your name, missing
you to a North Carolina town
It's a silent time, when i pack it all in,
call it a night, walking to my bed
Found that ole tune
on the radio today
though of you, it's been
so long-so long
She worked in confortable shoes
with thick soles, polished in hearts
of lovers that beg not to be forgoten
Silver grey hair
wrinkles like hiways on a map
a floral pattern on her dress
must have been made in 1932
It was the summer that i turned 17
I wanted a 22 cal. rifle for my birthday
that was all i thought of, boy i shot a million
invisible rounds at everything from cans
'We few. We happy few. We Band of Brothers.
For those who shed their blood with us today
shall always be our Brothers'