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`THE LAST POST`
Eyes wide open he stared out into the landscape ahead
Silently he watched as the gentle breeze blew into his blonde hair
He had no fear, no apprehension , no doubts
Slowly he swayed from side to side as the evening wind stirred
He will not leave his post
The sun slipped behind the hill
The eyes did not blink
He was here for his comrades
Small birds landed close by
Still his eyes were fixed upon his front
They had no fear of the soldier
As the sun came up he remained at his post
Not a word had been spoken
The soldiers War was over
He was at peace.
© Tony McNally
