Hello all to the second day of the annual TRS Thanksgiving party. I will be awarding two lucky people who comment a paperback copy of either my poetry book, or of my true crime collection, Twisted Love. Thank You.
The road seemed endless,
with each step they took.
Weighed down by their gear,
emotions and fear.
They walked on every so fast.
Knowing each step might be their last.
The rain poured and the sun beat down.
As each side’s casualty became a mass.
Sounds of guns echoed all around.
As refuge became weeds and tall grass.
Each soldiers level of honor and courage was found.
As they fought bravely alongside the screams and death sounds.
While evils of man lingered amongst fields of rice,
devastation reigned in a land once called paradise.