A Veteran's Thoughts from a Park Bench

Poetics Aside Prompt; Write A Veteran's Thoughts

The streets team with young men now, and dreams

But it was not so back when

The draft came to town and stole from

Mothers and lovers

All the young men

Now the park is filled with laughter

Of care free girl and boy

While in countless 'Flanders Fields'

Lies the price tag

Of freedom’s joy

He sits alone on the park bench

Thinking of 'him'

With tears in his eyes 

He remembers

His buddy, Jim

Jim will never see

The fruit of his sacrifice

And he weeps because so many

Seem ignorant

Of freedom’s price

© Janet Martin