We'll always hear
From stormy dessert winds.
I hear, the sound.. of battles roar.
The rattle,and, the chink of link.
As death,sweeps...... the desert floor.
Followed by.....
the crump, of the mortar, and the shell.
Welcome to my world,.......
On the battlefield of hell!
The wind, like the noise.....
Is now, abated.
Dawn,.... filters through, Another, ......sleepless night.
When we've formed,
and stood,.... upon that wall.
We'll always hear....
That wind!!!
Giajl © Jim Love