by A. R. Lewis | Apr 7, 2008 | Poetry
The apple tree had served him well. With many springs of sweet scented blossom. And autumn harvests of tender fruit, Now victim of a winter’s storm, Stacked in logs to keep him warm. Yet once piece of that old tree. Would serve him many years more, Carefully selected,...
by A. R. Lewis | Apr 5, 2008 | Poetry
We sweated and swore, digging his grave, In hard frosted ground mostly of stone, The pick bounced back when it struck the rocks, The shovel sparked as it scraped another. Breath in clouds of steam, gave way to a gentle puff, As we buried him that day behind a rock...
by A. R. Lewis | Apr 4, 2008 | Poetry
Two words, That mean so much, To all who live trusting, To hear the consultant say them. ALL CLEAR.
by A. R. Lewis | Mar 30, 2008 | Poetry
Look out post, way out in front, To observe, note enemy movement, Report back, do not fight, just remain hidden. Such a simple task by day, In darkness a veritable nightmare. The village occupied by enemy troops, Camouflaged tanks, machine gun posts. Little movement...
by A. R. Lewis | Mar 28, 2008 | Poetry
To play with fish? Well it is possible. So long as your hands are gentle and patient, He lies there quietly, tail gently swaying, Then a quick pounce, at some morsel he fancies. Now lay flat on your stomach, hands outstretched, Next work one hand slowly, up behind...
