Poetry

bur-IED Underfoot

By 5th November 2013December 9th, 2019No Comments

No corner of some foreign field for me
As sand grains borne by wind, doth shape this land
Nor green and pleasant ending soon to be
Lest mirage forms creating close at hand
This day arrived ‘neath bright and pale blue skies
Another just like any other dawn
Where once provided welcome new surprise
Now all do greet with arms outstretched and yawn
Debriefing on what’s gone, doth focus mind
When setting out on foot in helpful cause
Tho’ information gleaned, should help to find
May also lead to ambush and remorse
Tis such an end as this, which brings one home
By stepping on some ‘I E D’ unknown

Richard Gildea

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