Veterans Day

This is something that I posted some time ago, and while it is written about  WW ll vets, I would like to add that as a veteran myself, I am proud of all those who served, regardless of when and under what circumstance. Thank you vets, and happy Veterans day.

Heroes

called to service

from our great cities

and tiny towns

farmers, carpenters, fathers, and fishermen

at a time, when the risk of dying

held great purpose

and was so clearly defined

off to save the world

and our way of life

these men, boys mostly

walked for months

crawled through unspeakable horror

died in a million awful ways

leaving behind

wives

children

girlfriends

comfort

to march off

and save the world

so few left

they are all very old now

these heroes

they will tell you

they did nothing special

as they saved the world

many returned

limbless

shaken

crippled

yet prideful

respected

and loved

if you meet one

thank him

tell him you know

what he did

and who he is

tell him

he saved the world

© 2013 Michael Fiveson

Three Haiku Wednesday-Wheels

© 2012 Michael Fiveson

on these very wheels

a buggy took us to town

we let our knees touch

 

 

the terrain was rough

disease and sickness prevailed

a wagon train rolled

 

 

a lifetime with you

more than any man deserved

hard times were good times

Three Haiku Wednesday-Pumpkin

© 2012 Michael Fiveson

 

my sleepy girl rests

her heartbeats are inside me

deep rooted and pure

 

she loves to lick me

goobered and slobbered with love

sweet kisses I know

 

her passing will hurt

more of me will die that day

still blessed by our time

3 Haiku Wednesday-Desolation Street

© 2012  Michael Fiveson

 

You won’t hear children

not on desolation street

no place to play now

 

the old timers know

but are too tired to care

that their town has died

 

Just the bar still stands

weary souls and alcohol

how did this happen….

3 Haiku Wednesday-Last Stop

© 2012  Michael Fiveson

 

long since abandoned

forgotten on a lone track

now a rusting shell

 

birds fly in and out

where children once laughed and slept

fools take pictures now

 

some still hear it roar

late at night when others sleep

a ghost train haunted

 

All Gone

his father told him

not to worry

and to meet him

everyday

after dinner

by the fence

that separated

where the boys lived

and the men lived

and so he did

everyday

and the minutes

they had together

were all that was left

his mother

and sister

were somewhere else

in that awful place

where people screamed

and disappeared

and there was very little food

and it was cold

and he had to pretend

to be older

like his father told him

because younger boys

are taken somewhere

and never return

he did not know why

they were taken from their home

so many

such a long trip

filth

agony

sickness

pain

despair

death

so each day

he went to that fence

for many months

as his father grew thinner

and his mother

and sister

were somewhere else

I love you, said father

be strong

be brave

work hard

come tomorrow

my son

and so he did

except his father

was not there

that day

or the next day

or any other day

again

and all that he had

was all gone

in that awful place

called Auschwitz

 

© 2012  Michael Fiveson