In the quiet smoky peach orchard
under the deep hazy blue skies
lying upon the bloody green grass
I contemplate the acts of my life
as it slowly fades into fuzzy memory
on this brutal and deadly battlefield.
Like a ghost in the midnight hour I see
my lovely lady floating through my muddled
aching mind remembering her soft auburn hair
angelic smile,gentle voice and her silky caress
upon my hot skin in wavering detail as I close
my weary eyes for the last time.
Donavon Scott Vinson