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Author Name: Freeoldguy 5 Comments
Date Added: October 12, 2009 10:10:26 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Pete’s Box

There’s an old gray box
collecting dust
in the loft of my grandfather’s barn.
It sleeps, comforted by the mice …
and playful barn swallows;
Dreaming over and again
the memories of us children playing on it,
waiting for our sneaking hands to open it,
and for our playmates to peek inside.

For the box, escape from the barn
is impossible.  It’s too large.
The loft window, through which it came in,
is blocked now by the new garage roof.
New and unused,
the box waited patiently in Burma
amidst thousands of identical twins;
waiting its turn to cause tears
and … tears it finally brought.

Pete used to play soldier in a similar barn.
He had his toy rifle.
He had his boyhood, imaginary war.
He had his battles and his loves,
Pete Wells was his own, imagined hero.
Pete … flew home in this box.
Burma … to home.
Eyes closed, heartbeat stopped,
his voice silenced forever.
He’ll meet his unseen daughter in heaven.

The box is empty today,
save for his sleeping soul.
Now, its my turn to go to war.

Author's Notes:
   War ... we can live without it.  By the way, I came back from mine, alive, but scarred by the people who had sent me there.
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Comment By: FreeAlfred on October 12, 2009 08:58:25 PM Report
I wondered what the box was all about and now I know it is a coffin. A sad poem.
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on October 12, 2009 01:38:50 PM Report
I am like you...War...War   >>> and Rumors of War!!
Comment By: FreeSavannah Ollar Jordan on October 12, 2009 11:18:55 AM Report

Gene, you brought back memories of playing in the hayloft and yet, there was that box...what a wonderful story.."The box is empty today save for his sleeping soul"...oh dear, this is so beautiful.. (I see you read one of my "Mother" poems..there is another one just called "Mother" and I would hope you read and comment on it too).  Keep writing...hearts and minds in those beautiful words.   Savannah


Comment By: FreeTanya Harrison on October 12, 2009 10:21:40 AM Report
This is a great poem.  I'm so glad you shared.  Very touching.
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on October 12, 2009 10:16:23 AM Report
Your in depth reflection of the box is brilliant...You bring the reader through your thoughts with ease, and makes them feel the sadness of war....It was a very touching read, and thank you for sharing the emotions that you encountered....Nicely said...
Margaret....the Baglady


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