(Note to reader: I find a picture I like and write a poem about what I see. Hope you enjoy)
This is what I see…Felina Silver Robinson
No man
Nor beast
Can spoil the taste of this victory
We’ve fought
We’ve concurred
We’ve been without loved ones
We’ve felt cold iron cut through us
And
The cold feel of blood drip upon our flesh
Our bones now brittle and torn
Our horses can no longer carry us home
Our lives quickly spin before us
Our comrades have come and gone
Along with all that once was
Now
We hold on to this
Bitter sweet
Victory
Victory©
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by Felina Silver Robinson