sal carter

reigate, surrey, england
sal carter
reigate, surrey, england
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Mourning Mist

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Shot down at dawn
The dew still plucking at the mud.

The lions stare
Defiant and proud,

Half risen sun,
Burning in his eyes,

No fear curled up,
Behind black pupils,

Chin held high
Neck stretched taught,

First morning mist
Pulling at his boots,

Like the first wisps
Of heaven,

Young boys hands
Held calm behind his back

To give his life
For king and country.

Executed at dawn
The dew still plucking at the mud.
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COMMENTS
Uriah Hamilton 09 October 2006
Good tight imagery. The concise lines show a lot of discipline for one so young.
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Cantrell Dicky 30 June 2006
Very powerful image you painted with your words
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