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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4679 Registered: 11-1998 |
Poem of the Week The Veteran Carole MacRury (Janis) Walking with shortened steps he carries his bones with care, fingers flexing air; his lips a rictus of concentration. A fossil gripping fists of rain, sounding off his aches and pains he counts cadence; marches to his last bastion, "The Legion" and his regimental bottle of ale. In control, he sips through palsied lips, then eases to his feet, fortified for the trip back home. An old soldier trying to sustain home rule, he goes AWOL each afternoon, as nurses turn their backs in silent salute. |
