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Permanent Limp
by Trent KirkpatrickHis walking was mechanic
Stiff and awkward
When the shoe slipped off his right foot,
The rubber end of his fiberglass leg squeaked on the floor of the local
TARGET.
And it sounded like mortar shells and gunfire.
I could barely read 'Go Army' on the back of his faded tee. 11/04/2004 Posted on 11/04/2004
Copyright © 2010 Trent Kirkpatrick
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/05/04 at 01:51 AM excellent! |
| Posted by John Natoli on 11/07/04 at 01:24 AM profound indeed. "And it sounded like mortar shells and gunfire." perfect. |
| Posted by Lauren Singer on 11/07/04 at 05:34 PM wow. intense indeed. |
| Posted by T.A. Jennings on 11/09/04 at 04:34 PM Vivid. You made this come alive. It felt real. |
| Posted by Brett Shane on 11/10/04 at 02:13 AM very vivid... such sacrifices have been made by some... |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/11/04 at 12:13 AM Good poem Trent. It is a shame the sacrifices
some of our soldiers make. "War is hell!"...Charlie |
| Posted by Melissa Kosswig on 02/05/05 at 09:52 PM Sharp and stinging.. excellent work! |
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