Literature

An Old Soldier's Story

Submitted by Rebecca Nesvet on
April, 2022

An Old Soldier's Story

George Weslow

 

As my mind probes deep
into the depths of Hell,
I remember an old soldier
with a story to tell.

He said "Son", I've fought in wars
since before you were born,
I've seen its victims
their bodies all twisted and torn.

If I Could

Submitted by Rebecca Nesvet on
April, 2022

If I Could

George Weslow

 

To want... is to need,... to need... is to love, and to love... To love?? God... if only time could be altered! For just a little while, would then I be richer than the knight victorious astride his golden steed!

Would that not then be life amongst the nearly dead? Would that not be richer than the wealthiest of men?

In the Springtime

Submitted by Rebecca Nesvet on
April, 2022

In the Springtime

George Weslow

 

Free is the wind
as it whistles through the trees,
whispering its lonliness
carried on the breeze.

Pine needles float down
landing soft as a pillow,
and poetically in motion
sways the sad old willow.

Kimberly

Submitted by Rebecca Nesvet on
April, 2022

Kimberly

George Weslow

 

Who is that child sitting by herself
underneath that big elm tree,
she looks so alone there
will someone please tell me?

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