Young Lions

Young Lions

It was turning cold as light snow began to fall.
Twilight fading, giving way to the onset of darkness.
Across the river sounds of mechanized movement,
Faint echoes of metal on metal.

Like eagles from our lofty perch, we listen…
And watch;
Eyes boring through darkness;
Minds deciphering sounds.
Searching for meaning,
All hidden by the dark of nite…and,
The surrounding terrain.

Waiting like predators.
Setting the trap.

Much like all predators’
Eager to spring.
Upon the unsuspecting,

Bringing our kill to earth.

Poem by:
Kenneth D. Massara
For all veterans, especially my
Brothers. Any War mine/Korea

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Much of what I write covers personal experiences or revolves around interviews with my brothers and other combat veterans whom I worked with over the many years. Some became very good friends.

My love of motorcycling allowed me to cover good many miles, on and off the blacktop, within this country and Canada.

Every now and then I take a photo, write an article, short story, poem, that I think is worth sharing and pass it along within a media such as this: I hope you enjoy my attempts.

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  • paintingsheep
    paintingsheepalmost 5 years ago

    Very moving! This is quite wonderful, and for so many reasons!

  • artbysmokey
    artbysmokeyover 4 years ago

    Bless you for the service that you have done for our country, and for telling your story through your poems, I love your writings, they are so enduring.Vickie

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