Looking Back
Looking back
As the crow flies
And the ravens form
I can feel the coming storm
Unlike an October rain
When youth was in full bloom
And hunger kept me warm
It is just a memory
An olive drab uniform
Drenched in Missouri sweat
And iron red earth
Where a soldier was born
So many years gone
But lessons always learned
And my buddy's last words
See you soon
Echo in my brain
A ringing reminder
Of age marching on
With dates in bronze
On A granite stone
Waiting there
Marking time
Like a short timers tune
Free as a bird
Homeward bound.
D.A. Wittler 7/26/25
