John Kipling Lewis

Rookie (3/12/1968 / Manhattan, KS)

Felt - Poem by John Kipling Lewis

Unmortored brick wall,
ivy pushing block from
crack, there we hid and

Our secret fort,
twice invaded.

Once by a girl.
Once by jealousy.

Two decades pass and the
fortress remains, the invasions
destroying our esprit de corps.

I fold our hand sewn felt flag
and lay it upon your grave,
formally as my military
training has taught me.

I salute you properly,
as I would another soldier.

While you waited back here,
did I hope I would simply die?

Comments about Felt by John Kipling Lewis

  • (11/5/2007 10:41:00 PM)

    You lose me at the start but then the rest drew me in. I just think the start needs to be redone, to make it a perfect 10. (Report) Reply

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  • (11/5/2007 2:29:00 PM)

    7. This has details and images, so it works more. It could use even stronger details and images, but it's a good start. Side note: proper spelling is 'unmortared.' (Report) Reply

  • (8/3/2007 6:48:00 PM)

    Another good one. Keep it up! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011

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