David R. “Poppa” Alexander


Fly away little dream
Never to be seen again
A foreign picture of milk and honey
Not for me in this distant land.

Fly away hope and wonder
Never to find your way home
A cool stream to cool my feet
Never to feel at peace and always alone.

Fly away love and compassion
Never to be felt in the heart
A kind word or thought could work magic
Finding none I move on.

Fly away hate and anger
Never to stick in one’s throat
A flash of gunfire, it’s all gone
Lying down I am now going home.

Author’s Note: My attempt to show the despair of a returned soldier who feels that nobody cares or supports him. His only relief is in death.