vinebar

Keeper Of His Time
16 May, 2002
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)

vinebar

I was there in an unknown place
Overwhelmed with fear in reside
Gunshots occasionally flying
Some barely missing my head

We hid in the brush quietly
In the rain and swamps we fell
Hoping it would never happen again
Knowing it inevitably would

Each time a shot was heard
I could feel my skin begin to crawl
I'd close my eyes and pray
To a God who seemed not there at all

Then out of nowhere a child
so young, so much like my own
I looked, wide-eyed in disbelief
Grenade in his hand he was showing

I had no time to think
It was him, or it was me
to each there is a time to die
I was but the keeper of his time

------- Author's Notes -------

Shiloh, my friend, what can I say.. but I am filled with the overwhelming sadness of your pain

vinebar

Comments on this poem/writing:

shiloh (67.251.100.215) -- Thursday, July 2 2009, 03:30 am

your thoughts...

...are more than enough.
i don't remember telling you about this, but i must have...

thank you.
Colin (65.92.46.190) -- Thursday, July 2 2009, 09:16 am

this evocative reading has stirred my.....

this evocative reading has stirred my cinematic mind!
 
Name:                                           Remember Me

Comment Title:

Comment / Ammendment:

Please fill in the words below for spam prevention:

Click here to read other Poems by Dreamer


vinebar

Poetic Dreams Next Back Submit a Poem New This Week Home

Copyright © 2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack
All rights reserved. No poetry on this website maybe used or reproduced in any manner without written permission of the publisher.
For release information please e-mail dreamer@dreamersreality.com