Seared into my great-great- grandfather Captain Abraham’s memory,
a battle he fought with long dead enemies.
Curious world dissolving into red Georgia clay,
dust rising up with his history’s burden, a bitter cup.
There is no alibi strewn on the forest floor beneath twigs, weeds, rotten logs.
Footsteps of ghosts dash and dart among leaves and retreating shadows.
His hand lifts up on that far away day on that battlefield, his blue eyes scour the broken world.
Nothing, nothing left, now, except bones beneath that patch of holy ground.
Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2022
I am a published poet and short story writer. I have been published in SNHU's the penmen review. https://penmenreview.com/author/jenny-andrews is the link where you can find my poetry and a short story. Previously, I self-published my novel "Bully Another Day," "Short Stories and Vignettes", and a poetry book "Spaces between the Pause" on Amazon/Kindle. Due to abysmal interest in my self-publishing venture, I have unpublished those three projects, as well as my poetry book "Life at the End of the Rainbow." However, I plan to be more aggressive in trying to find a traditional publisher for these projects.
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