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Border Country
Border Country
The grass looks,
smells,.....the same as home, maybe,..... a bit
greener.
The flowers, look the same,
the colours,.... just as bright.
There’s the same ,
scented .......dusky hue,
that sails....... the night.
And when you’ve stopped,
gone still, ...........done your three metre check.
The bird’s song starts,
branches sway, leaves ......rustle.
You scan 6400,
the wary eye ........
still takes in natures beauty,
Thoughts drift to home.
A fire fly pulses.
And the clattering ........clacking of rotors,...... fills your ears.
As the down draft ,
fills your face .....
with bits of straw.
You’re observing black figures
in luminescent .....green fields.
One, by one ,we fill ......
the grey n’ green machine.
The door slams closed.
Thumbs up given.
Green cockpits glow,
..........warmth.
Stomach churning, the nose...... drops, as it claws,..... it’s way into the air......
While your bowels,.... try to drop, through the floor.
It’s a roller-coaster ride back,
but you don’t know the half.
Foot weary snores,........
try to rise above the rotors noise.
Black, brown ‘ n green
faced men,
who were mere boys.
Now warriors
in flight,
Giajl © Jim Love
I enjoyed this most of your Irish poems. Over here and not all that far away in Galloway a lot of the country and lifestyle must be very like the Irish border except in the aspect of violence.
Sandy
Strong, excellent poem. Powerful and poignant. I could see it, feel it, dread it.
oh the descriptions in this piece ..... make it possible for the reader to see just what you are seeing..... I loved this one.... well done.... Renee'