A Veteran’s Pay
By: Jon` B. Crenshaw
It seems for some reason I
can’t retrace the steps that
were there yesterday, when we
laced our boots for the Corps
I can’t seem to find the footprints
there beyond, where we
marched the morbid treks
distances across nostalgia’s floor
In a slip of memory I’ve apparently
no tether to bind the images
perhaps lost to aging cycles
far deeper in nostalgic lore
Why can’t I remember
where last we marked, that
nether-path boldly taken
across that darkened corridor
a time we lived so long ago
on Iwo Jima’s sandy shore*
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