Young Cowboy On The Battlefield <br />Remembered His Mama’s Words <br />‘Just Make It Home, Son …’ <br />Her Voice Echoed, As He Heard … <br /> <br />Rapid-Fire and Revolution <br />Missiles, Right and Left <br />Bomb-Blasts and Confusion <br />… and Silent Tears, He’s Wept <br /> <br />… Every Day, A Minefield <br />Every Night, A Raid <br />Every Moment, A Terror <br />Trying to Make Him Afraid … <br /> <br />Any Second, A Horror <br />Of A Buddy, Laid To Rest <br />Every New Tomorrow <br />Wondering, What’s Next? <br /> <br />The Cowboy On The Battlefield <br />Vigilant and Brave <br />Stood Ramrod Tall and Terse … <br />Looking At Her Grave … <br /> <br />‘Just Make It Home, Son … ‘ <br />… Echoed Thru His Brain <br />‘Just Make It Home, Son …’ <br />… Echoed Thru The Rain <br /> <br />And Just Before She Was Laid To Rest <br />She Said, ‘Just Make It Home, Son …’ <br />And With Those Last Words, She Blessed, <br />And Said, ‘I’ll Be Waiting, When You Come …’ <br /> <br /> * * * * <br /> <br />… Old Cowboy, On The Battlefield <br />Remembers His Mama’s Words <br />‘Just Make It Home, Son … <br />… and We’ll Celebrate Our Return … <br /> <br /> <br />Of Note: In The Words Of A Lady Rocker, <br /> Pat Benatar: ‘Love Is A Battlefield’ <br /> and I Say: 'Life Is A Battlefield'<br /><br />MoonBee Canady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cowboy-on-the-battlefield-cowboy-poem-12/
