And I was a soldier

And I was a soldier

A Poem by Steve

I ran across a field of gunshots, where hollow echoes danced beneath the blue sunlight

I lay down there in the flowers with the dead and the dying (soon dead).

Cursing with the best of them I hid my fears under boot and shell

I weathered a Caribbean storm when we didn’t know of such a storm existing.

I died for a picture postcard, a movie star of broken teeth and charred bone.

© 2010 Steve

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This is powerful and I enjoyed it.

Posted 14 Years Ago

Some of this created really interesting, vivid imagery, while other parts just flew right over my head. Running across a field of gunshots I get, hollow echoes dancing I don't as much. I assume you meant the sound of the gunshots echoed and reverberated in the sunlight. That sounds sensible. I guess "danced" threw me off.
ANYWAY, I enjoyed "cursing with the best of them" and didn't understand what he died for.

Posted 14 Years Ago

The first and last line are my favorite. (:
I hope you stay for good.

Posted 14 Years Ago

"a movie star of broken teeth"
this melted on my eyes. you are back :)

Posted 14 Years Ago

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4 Reviews
Added on June 5, 2010
Last Updated on June 5, 2010



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