Thursday, October 30, 2014


The third day was so cold the sun
Had shivered down from the sky
To stand by the kitchen fire.
We soldiers billeted in the house
Shoved together to make room
And shared what food we had with him.
After a long pull from the corporal’s flask
He coughed and shook himself
Nodded friendly-fashion all around
And returned to his station.

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