I’ve seen it all.

by | Mar 21, 2013 | Poetry

I’ve seen it all, men come and go, I’ve seen fresh track marks in the snow, I’ve seen the charcoal black of night, I’ve seen the lonely bird in flight, I’ve seen men live and seen them die, I’ve heard them scream and heard them cry. I’ve seen men march, I’ve seen them...

If His Boots Could Talk.

by | Nov 7, 2012 | Poetry

If his boots could talk they would speak of rough ground, of the battlefields of France long journeys across unknown lands, knee deep in dirty rivers of worn souls beneath shiny black leather, thick hides encasing swollen feet. If his boots could talk they would speak...