Poetry

Coming Of Age

By 24th July 2006December 9th, 2019No Comments

The guns fell silent his ears ringing like church bells
Warm sunlight hit his face like a smile from God
The mist of battle drifted over his friends, no one spoke
Filling his lungs with air he could taste the cordite
Eyes stinging he thought of nothing
He was alive
He was Twenty years old
A tear trickled down the side of his face
He wiped it away and pushed on up the hill.

Mack

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