Keeper Of His Time
16 May, 2002
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
I was there in an unknown place
Overwhelmed with fear in reside
Gunshots occasionally flying
Some barely missing my head
We hid in the brush quietly
In the rain and swamps we fell
Hoping it would never happen again
Knowing it inevitably would
Each time a shot was heard
I could feel my skin begin to crawl
I'd close my eyes and pray
To a God who seemed not there at all
Then out of nowhere a child
so young, so much like my own
I looked, wide-eyed in disbelief
Grenade in his hand he was showing
I had no time to think
It was him, or it was me
to each there is a time to die
I was but the keeper of his time
------- Author's Notes -------
Shiloh, my friend, what can I say.. but I am filled with the overwhelming sadness of your pain |
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| shiloh (67.251.100.215) -- Thursday, July 2 2009, 04:30 am ...are more than enough. i don't remember telling you about this, but i must have... thank you. |
| Colin (65.92.46.190) -- Thursday, July 2 2009, 10:16 am this evocative reading has stirred my cinematic mind! |
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