Sunday, January 18, 2009

To all the brave men

(ST)
His boots are heavy with water,
the drink in his bottle just a quarter;
he walks on fearless, with just one thought:
what he would feel should he get caught.

A flash of a memory of peals of laughter
from his flesh and blood, his little daughter;he fights the emotions that bring tears,
his mind blocking out so many fears. Full Text