Wednesday, May 13, 2009


13 May 2009
Inspired by the Weekend Wordsmith

He put on his uniform
just to get us out of bed,
That's how it seemed to me
as I shielded my eyes from the almost-
eye-level ceiling light--
the top bunk was always mine.
Come morning, Dad never failed,
clad in army green from tip to booted toe,
to wake us with a start, bleary eyed,
wanting just one morning without Reveille.

1 comment:

Jason Bradford said...

Wow, flash backs to my dad waking us up in the morning, in uniform as well. I still wonder how I would sleep in past the Cannon blast at Ft Sam, but I did it all the time.

George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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