Wolves winding into wind wanting wild wants
Introductions precede the calamity
Moving away from my ancestral haunts
a discovered lone path inspiring temerity
I wandered into your wood
a prize beyond measure
the chase was understood
wise to your distance
by your steaming breath
your shine may have struck me
dumb and deaf
with my one good eye
I hunt you boldly
my body may stumble blindly
but my shadow stalks slowly
By the rise of the sun
you will be mine
with the barrel of my gun
I will taste of your wine
I know you think
that you have won
But I cannot surrender
I am a soldier’s son
Nice one!
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Thank you!
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Powerful poem! Will reblog tomorrow. And I just now noticed the background. That is really awesome. You don’t really get the full extent of it until you scroll the text. Great post.
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft and commented:
Almost missed this post.
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WoW!! this is amazing!!! loved it!!! 🙂 🙂
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Thank you!
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My pleasure 😀 😀
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Great poem! I love it… “cannot surrender, I’m a soldier’s son,” that’s wonderful
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Thanks so much my friend
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You’re most welcome
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Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Another great work by Olde Punk.
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The ending is just heart wrenching that line I am a soldier son, so beautiful! ✌👍
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Thanks for reading!
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I had forgotten just how– distracting– this piece is. Love it. But now hard to concentrate on my work.
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😎
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This one spirited me away
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Thanks very much Candice
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Phew, I echo the others. Powerful.
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Thanks Emily 🙏💞
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Thank *you*. 😊 It’s my pleasure to read.
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