In A Field Somewhere Poem by chris dawson

In A Field Somewhere



I fear I may be mortally wounded
Lying now within a shell hole in this hell hole
I write this in the hope that one day it will find its way home
My comrades tell me that no two shells fall in the same place
But here four, five – ten would do and you could never tell
Eternally the sense is that my next breath may be my la

Friday, February 27, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: fear,home,may
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