Ashur Square, Mosul
It begins simply with a fist, white-knuckled
and tight, glossy with sweat. With two eyes
in a rearview mirror watching for a convoy.
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A very fascinating poem, to ponder about and most deserving 5 Stars full. Thank yiou for sharing this great Story poem.
remembers her standing at the canebrake where the buffalo cooled shoulder-deep in the water, You have a lovely way of painting a picture with your words. Reading through this was like watching a scene from a film, but then to realise that this could be all true sends shivers down my spine. Very well penned. Thanks for sharing Annette.
Thank you for sharing this tremendous well captured poem. Congratulations being chosen as The Poet Of The Day by Poem Hunter and Team