Poems

A WALK IN A SANDY PLACE

A TRIBUTE TO OUR FALLEN

DJG

Sand in my boots, heels rubbed raw
My thoughts are with someone I never saw,
Howling wind, blowing sand in my face
How will I ever keep up such a race?

Now comes the darkness, that dreaded long night
When night owls roam to give us such fright,
The eyes of the enemy, trained in the dusk
Walking and stalking, waiting to crush.

Forward once more lads, comes the lone cry
Beware of pitfalls lest you should die,
Rounding a corner, stopped in my tracks
Spread out before me are Taliban shacks.

Comrades together, we move in as one
Ready and eager to get the job done,
Gliding along,  I hear a whispering cry
Turning my head, I stare death in the eye.

A hand on my shoulder, a shake and a shout,
Wake up, wake up grandad!
THE TIDES GOING OUT!