One foot immersed <br />the plan rehearsed, <br />then off at speed <br />to do the deed. <br /> <br />Two hours on <br />the moon had gone. <br />The river flowed <br />kind willows bowed. <br /> <br />He must have caught <br />a glimpse but thought <br />I'll let him pass <br />won't tell the brass. <br /> <br />And fate did swim <br />(just as a whim) <br />alongside sweetly <br />although discreetly. <br /> <br />She quickly kissed <br />rose in the mist <br />tend to another <br />perhaps his mother. <br /> <br />Who sat with tears <br />and choking fears <br />at home alone <br />right by the phone. <br /> <br />She had to wait <br />in that sad state <br />until it rang <br />or for the bang <br /> <br />of shots out west <br />beyond the crest <br />of river's waves <br />where someone braves <br /> <br />incarceration <br />in one small nation <br />so many died <br />and mothers cried.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/escape-3/
