THE BOY YOU WERE STRONG AND STRAIGHT
The leaves rustle
In the wind
Though this morning is quiet
Not a breath
The sky a forever blue
The blue of the uniform
Salute
Forward march
Like a shade drawn
Over the mountains
A lovely shade of orchid-blue
I remember the image of you
Strong and straight
A boy grown into a man
You walk away
Through the tall grass
Into forgotten yesterdays
July 20, 2018
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I emitted a little gasp at the end of your poem, Annell. Only I heard it .I wanted you to know that your poem moved me. 🙂 I especially enjoyed the lines:
‘Forward march
Like a shade drawn
Over the mountains’
and
‘A boy grown into a man
You walk away
Through the tall grass
Into forgotten yesterdays’.
Thank you Kim. I am pleased that you took my poem to a “deep place.” When you inhaled the end of the poem. Annell Livingston
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I like the ending with that grass of forgotten yesterdays.
Thank you for your comment, Frank. Annell Livingston
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There is something deeply concerning when a boy becomes a man when he’s in a uniform…
Perhaps we could say, “There is something deeply concerning about a boy?” I had no brothers, and I don’t think I completely understood boys. Thanks for your comments. Annell Livingston
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