The Uneasy Peace Poem by Laurence Overmire

The soldier came limping down the road
Dirty, dusty road
The sun pouring down hot lead
The dried tears of old ghosts collecting
In blood puddles on the ground.

'Did you hear? ' he said
'It's over.'
'We won the war.'

And he limped on by
Into the closing shadow
Of another lost afternoon.

The boy picked his dandelions
Gathered them into a bunch
And laid them gently
Ever so gently

On his father's grave.

~ Laurence Overmire