Beating of Drums

by Maple Tree   Sep 21, 2012


I look into the eyes of Pearl,
crushed hearts standing upon
a harbored ghost.

Mutilated fingers etch
the tracing of world
wars within the
second sun falling.

Marching on silently
still- Nam veteran's
angelic smile fades
upon a murderous
mist.

And still the drums play on....

Dedicated to: Tony, Peter, Joseph, Edward, Bucky, Gordon... You served me and others before me,
and now I'm proud to serve you.

Special Note: Service Men I now have and had the great honor of caring for: Men who served my county who now suffer from Alzheimer and Parkinson's disease.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    Wow, real sadness in this, but there is so much respect and a touch of humbleness that leaps from within the poem.

    great write.

    Important we never forget the personal sacrifices.

  • 11 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Syrup, you know how i feel about this topice because of my gramps.....made me well up...loved it x

  • 11 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    The men who serve our country give their all and
    at times we fail to see that and ignore them when they need us. A touching write to see how a disease can rob many things from a man who was once strong and able...touching write :)

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