Submitted by tellthemadmin on Mon, 04/11/2011 - 19:45
The Winchester Road by CH
In the woods on the road from Winchester
The man paused to light his pipe and get his breath.
This was it, this was war !
and he felt his breast stir.
As the pipe smoke rose in the clear fresh air
he looked around and the sound of bird song
came to his happy ear
and he slowly moved along.
Months later, after many miles of travel
and sound of boot on cobblestone and gravel
the man found himself in another wood,
not by Winchester but in faraway Belgium.
He stood still awaiting the bird start,
Instead the world went dim
as the snipers bullet found its mark.
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