Leo Yankevich

Silver Star - 3,358 Points (October 30,1961 / Farrell, Pennsylvania)

Sunday Morning - Poem by Leo Yankevich

We stand and watch, faith almost wavering,
hunger looking out of childish eyes,
daddy so tall, holding the frightened thing,
head on the block just as the hatchet flies,
falling… fallen by the empty pen,
taking the longest count, as red wings rise,
free at last, and we are saved again.

Topic(s) of this poem: hunger

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  • Margaret O Driscoll (1/10/2016 2:14:00 PM)

    Sunday roast, free range chicken, nothing like it! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 10, 2016

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