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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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