Charles J. Ingerson


Without fanfare shown
comes in the tide’s wave
whispers of surf known
shells and sands to save.

Clouds the skies roam
freeing rain and snow
hail and sleets of foam
how little I really know.

Each with expectations
nourishment and floods
natures firm ramifications
sacrifices found in bloods.

Mixed in the earth as clay
many soldiers so to stay
with crops and all to decay
no more as children to play.

Freedom’s exacting a toll
life and limb and innocence
taking always payment full
always given in reluctance.

How can I expect so much
without any price to pay
or in honor life to touch
knowing no deed or to pray?