Untitled


The jumbled ruins of one man's dream
lie forsaken in the gloom by a nameless stream.

And the water now claims all that once stood
so straight and handsome, the pride of my fatherhood.

The bones of my son in a Mirkwood land,
the bones of my son in Viet Nam.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem