...so I thought I'd post a poem I wrote waaay back when I was in the army, stationed at Fort Bragg, North Carolina. My mother brought a stack of old stuff I'd written when she came to stay.
Fayetteville, N.C.
When the simple gray sky hunkers down
over this painted, frozen smile military town
and lights come on as day at last gives up
this Friday, as fresh faced soldiers drink away
their mid-month pay and ogle topless dancers,
I want to say I know, but I don't have the answers.
The elderly are drinking tea at the Haymont Grill
and ordering from the daily specials; down the hill
a mile away at Rick's the girls are working, flesh
rubbing up against the rent money.
Okay, class, discuss symbolism, theme and meter. You have 30 minutes. Please note this may be on the test.
An adventure is, by nature, a thing that comes to us. It is a thing that chooses us, not a thing that we choose. ~G.K. Chesterton
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