I’ve done my duty. I can rest... A Senior Center Poetry Winner |
The Last Train Home The medals shine upon my chest as I prepare to leave. I’ve done my duty. I can rest. There is no need to grieve. I'm riding on the last train home. They’re waiting patiently. No longer will I need to roam; there's nothing left for me. We'll gather, friends and family, tell stories from the past. They'll fold this flag that covers me and I'll be home at last. The light sifts through the smudged window, small towns are rolling by. The click-clack of the rails below blend with the whistle's cry. It makes a mournful melody that echoes in the hills until it fades as miles go by and finally it stills. The motion of this old box car that rocks me to and fro reminds me that I've traveled far and still have more to go. An honor guard is waiting there, a few eyes fill with tears. The sound of taps floats in the air, a sound so sweet and clear. I'm lowered gently in the ground; I say my last goodbyes to loved ones who have gathered 'round. Pride shines in their eyes. As darkness comes, I see a light that signals my release. I know the life I've lived was right; at last, I'll rest in peace. An entry for the February round of "SENIOR CENTER FORUM" Prompt: Veteran, or Present Day Soldier, Pride in Country, etc. Form: Quatrains Line Limit: None Line Count: 36 |