War in a Small Town
No able or effective use
of words enabled him to choose,
the weapons used to fight the war,
or describe the love he's fighting for.
To paint the beauty of her face,
and show the pain in her goodbye,
or illustrate with tint and space,
his need and will to go, and why.
They did depict the home he loved,
his family and the life they shared,
his mother's and his father's love,
his wife's enabling love and care.
Words pictured too, an impish child,
who frolicked with endearing ways,
but looked more like her mother's mild,
engaging picture with the days.
Describing further his small town,
and how he came to love it there,
the people in the hills around,
who gathered on the village square.
The strength he built there in his youth,
enabled him to be a man,
core values built on naked truth,
with folks who knew to live God's plan.
He left and fully planned return,
as soon as war allowed the choice,
and knew till then he'd always yearn,
to give farewell a better voice.
by W.G. Darsey
... who is a retired geologist and financier, with professional
writing credits from international experience, now composing
poetry.
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