Sunday, August 13, 2006

A Poem Draft

The Walls of Jericho

You and I were just children
long ago;
but where our golden youth went
only God and His angels know.

We played out by the trainyard
three as one
till we couldn't see our faces
from the setting of the sun.

And the train on the track played a trumpet
deep and low
that spoke the brazen note
that broke the walls of Jericho.

And Tom was a valiant soldier
off for war;
we'd spear him in the chest
then he'd get back up for more.

You let down the embankment
a scarlet thread
but Tom went off to dinner
and left us all for dead.

And the train on the track played a trumpet
deep and low
that spoke the brazen note
that broke the walls of Jericho.

Then we all went off to college,
and Tom to war;
and the priest said at the service
that death is but a door.

You and I were just children
long ago;
but where our sunny days went
only God and His angels know.

And the train on the track plays a trumpet
deep and low
that speaks the brazen note
and breaks the walls of Jericho.

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