A Paper Drifting Poem by Thomas Thompson

Tuesday, April 8,2014

A Paper Drifting

This morning as I knelt by my desk
A piece of paper caressed by a gentle breeze
Drifted lazily down by the corner of my eye

Reaching out instinctively
I felt the cold grey metal
Burning sun hot that long ago sunny sultry morn

As I sat white knuckled instinctively grasping an M79
Carelessly dropped by the soldier above jerking awake
Caught mid-air as it flashed by the corner of my eye

His piercing blue eyes suddenly full of fear
Consequences flashing through his mind from what he had dome
Life slowly returning when he saw what I had done

Tommy