The Eclectic Pen - Little Battered Book


By: Justina C. (stinasstoryspot)   + 13 more  
Date Submitted: 10/4/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 238
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  It was battered and torn
And looked as though it had
Come through a battle.
And it had. Several, in fact.
It had sat in his pocket
Through every battle,
Offering him comfort
And a sense of home
In the middle of this foreign land.
He could hear his mama
Reading from the Psalms.
“The Lord is my Shepherd…”
The words still rang in his ears.

His back pressed against the stone road
That was as old as the words in his book.
The fading light made it impossible to read
Even if all of the racket of the machine guns
Had allowed him to concentrate.
The enemies shouts of “Foo-Eyer”
Breaking the monotony before the
Bright flash and crashing boom.
All around him his companions fell
Some dead, some wounded.
He’d stop to grab the tags of those
Who would not be coming back
And before moving on he’d whisper.
“The Lord is my Shepherd…”

There had been an enemy soldier
They’d found dead. In the German’s pocket
They’d found a familiar book.
It carried him through to the end.
They left it with him in his death.
“The Lord is my Shepherd…”

The battalion was quickly ordered to move on.
And that little, battered, well worn,
Well read, book was sitting in his pocket,
Cover creased, silver embossed title
Faded from the spine. And
Those words were what kept him going on.
“The Lord is my Shepherd…”


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Tamara J. (Erebus) - 10/6/2008 6:53 PM ET
That's awesome. I really, really like that. :)
Neltha A. (maxtraks) - 10/6/2008 8:53 PM ET
This is so good...loved it.
Veronica S. (snowkitty) - - 11/8/2008 4:20 PM ET
Very good and also sad.
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