Two thousand miles lay behind me

The distant call of home echoing from the end of the road.

We journeyed onward with a heavy

Life Like a Bullet

The quickest way, the shortest route,
Rush, rush, rush, that’s what life’s about?
It’s

Long and short

The syllables fall

Upon the long lines of the papers sprawl.

Short meetings

In letters, playing in vowels

The old soldier’s song tells young GIs,
With lyrics and advice very wise.
They happily sang: Bless them all,
The long

Then I swore I'd always love you,
and now I swear I believed that.
But even though I'm not coming through,
I know that