The note


The bugle blows the last post

As a white dove lands at base

Bringing the sad note from Able

Grave news we didn’t want

Told of the resurrection

Described their detection

Enemy coming very fast

Knew there they wouldn’t last

Burrowing now at the creek

Hoping no one stops to seek

As they drive on towards us

Penetrating through the line

Wishes us to use the time

To make a proper defence

Saying goodbye in a way

Nothing left for them to say


About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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