War

The Great American Poem #2 By: Ellis Eckles The sad, cold mud squishing between my toes My eyes puffy and red The flow of tears never ending Alone and quiet I collapse, the mud meeting my face My fatigued legs unable to move anymore With the last drop of energy, I roll over The stars illuminating beyond the trees A cricket chirps in the distance With one last chirp, the quiet returns Suddenly out of nowhere I remember the unbearable news Of war, death, and blood The burning of tears return As daddy rings through my mind