The Soldier’s Rest

Fabienne Reynolds posted under Poetry Tale-a-thlon S3: Poetry on 2023-08-21



Wrapped in the dusty sand A soldier gets his rest  A red rose on his chest. His face is young His eyes are blue His arms are flung. A tiny cross in his hand, His faith is in this land, Is it a blasphemy? Mi-day he does not stir The sun strikes and the red rose, an amber that glows less brilliantly. All is quiet around, Only the sound of flies That buzz on lazily. He sleeps till the morrow, His heart is at peace He casts no shadow.    Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!