Early Mourning

Away, alone, the lapwing cries
As the sun rises
Over the mist-filled field
But for the soldier walking down along the road,
Carrying his case,
He neither hears nor sees
And for so many, the sun rising marks the start of another day
That from the world�s Crayola box, would have a name,
Like sea smoke, or snail shell, but really just means
grey.

Away, alone, the lapwing cries
And the soldier sees the schoolgirl
With the haunted eyes
Alone, like the lapwing, in the blue bus seat
Those seats that march up row by row
And the girl sits, and stares
Out the window
At fancies only she can see
And the soldier gives a little smile, and wave,
The girl suddenly laughs
In one of those moments one will never remember
And the other will never forget.

Away, alone, the lapwing cries
But the girl doesn�t hear
She drinks in the world with those eyes
And the soldier treads his weary path
And people are born, and people die
And the girl wants to capture it all
With those sea smoke eyes.

Away, alone, the lapwing cries
And the bus pulls past
To its final destination
On the road to nowhere
And the soldier sighs
And he loads onto the truck
That will take him
The same place as the bus
All roads don�t lead to paradise
They lead to soldiers, and girls with haunted eyes.

Away, alone, the lapwing cries
But nobody stops to wonder
why.

Reviews

[Emily Rose]

This is haunting and incredibly well done. I love the imagery and word choice, and the subtle rhyme scheme pulls everything together beautifully.

[Claire P.]

This really paints a picture, i love the repetition.
my Fav. part is:

She drinks in the world with those eyes
And the soldier treads his weary path
And people are born, and people die
And the girl wants to capture it all
With those sea smoke eyes.

[speakingcolors]

This is so great. You really have captured the art of imagery. My favorite lines are:

The girl suddenly laughs
In one of those moments one will never remember
And the other will never forget.

I love the little moments. They're the one's that I treasure forever and ever, even if they happen so briefly.

[Maria Fischinger]

A very true and sad picture
Maria