She knew a nurse…

She knew a nurse

the loving kind

who left the jungle

on a rope and Huey

 

She did ride a Harley Davidson

looking for a way to die

 

He had a granddad

came home from the mud

and he is sure

the dying horses

never leave his milky eyes

 

There was a father, too

as much of him as left—

same jungle

similar mud

 

When she was a girl in school

she read Wilfred Owen to them all

Some teachers cried

Some friends looked serious

 

Then there was Falklands, Bosnia,

Desert Storm, Afghanistan

 

I’m told I’m bred of military men

they never had to look for work

 

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©EBFay

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EB Fay also writes at ebfaytobias.wordpress.com, ebfaysphinx.wordpress.com, and http://www.songsofnoticing.com

Thank you, thank you to those ‘following’ what I am putting here.

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