Faye Sizemore

ARLINGTON VIEW

Down from the mountains
headed for a distant field
… too far away as yet…
for images to yield
The closer I get
… the clearer I see
but not quite yet
is the field
in focus to me
Far… so far
from where I belong
… the mountains that
I call my home…
for I must see
what the valley does hold
… be it of sorrow or gold
A sight… a sight my heart sees
… overcome I fall to my knees
As far as my eyes can see
… rifles bayoneted upright
and with helmets atop
… a frozen-in-time sight…
rows and rows… upon rows and rows
I turn… heading home to my mountains…
still… forever with me… the image goes…