Literature
Inquisitive, and finding an elder near
Inquisitive, and finding an elder near I whispered “What was the war like?” in his deafening ear Quick as a flash He countered back “Which one?..there have been so many?” Then he sat pausing for effect [(or breath) or both] Reeling from the questions question I recovered (on reflection.... “The Last One” Pleased, I waited..ready to count him out Still (metaphorically) standing, he jabbed... “It was like.....” Then rubbed his stubbly chin Then leant across ..called me in closer so it seemed for another jab and surprised me with an upper cut .... “..a rose” he hissed The knockout punch (or was it?) “A rose?” says I, all questioningly “Aye” says he (Life in the old dog yet) “War, seen fresh through youngsters eyes paints Boys Own comrades on a battle canvas with cordite scented petals folding round and one by one the petals fall and hit the ground and every petal causes thunder splits another life asunder till nothing but the sharpened thorns remain to make the
