He marveled at the blueness of the sky
Through the smoke gray and black
Upon the field of battle he laid
Going on a journey from which he was
never coming back.
As he laid there in the mud
He was tempted to shed tears
A lot went through his mind
Hopes, dreams, and fears.
He felt a certain calmness
Like a wave washing over him
Somehow he just knew
His chance of living was slim.
He thought about his life
A time not long ago
Things not done
Places he never did go.
He thought about family and friends
It was see you later and not goodbye
But there would be no see you later
Only the tears they will cry.

(c)2011 T.LaFountain