joseph harlacher 111

Bronze Star - 2,375 Points (09/27/1951 / Seattle)

Cinder Box - Poem by joseph harlacher 111

kept dry
she had been
a childhood grin
of pale burnt umber
a touching love
from down under
closed tight this box of youth
unlocked my pockets that bring
of love to you I sing
another day you bring
to my eyes that see
you loving me
a scream
of joyous thunder

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oh pinch me its too real a memory at my age so again we give satisfaction to our soul by passing it on.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014


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