Poetry

Silently Waiting

By 6th November 2011December 9th, 2019No Comments

Silently waiting, rifle in hand
Observing the enemy; like ants in the sand
Lowering the sights, no time for regrets
Distant gun fire; how many are left
Injured or dying
Exhausted, bereft?
Remnants of war we must never forget.

Tricia Lucas-Clarke

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