From the trenches he heard the blast <br />of bombs booming in the near distance, <br />saw the heavy clump of black smoke <br />twisting like a tornado; <br />and thought of life back home: <br />a wife and kids full of love and concern. <br /> <br />It was once the picture of the perfect life- <br />the dog bathed on Sunday mornings, <br />the pop-corned ice cream visits to the park <br />by evening. But now, as he huddled there <br />under the raised mount of protection, <br />he looks around at the new family: <br />hard-faced men dressed <br />in heavily-clad war drab, <br />holding cold, hard metal, firing; <br />ready to die yet hoping, remembering <br />the family they left back home.<br /><br />Nicholas Damion Alexander<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-trenches-4/
