Sitting in the backyard this evening with my family, I thought I’d snap one more photo for this week’s photo challenge. Yup, we were relaxing around a fire. Beneath the photo, I’ve posted a poem from my book Private Hercules McGraw, a poem that is loosely connected to the photo. My book is available on Amazon.com.
Regiment settled near a little church
one Saturday night – tents speckled
graveyard grass, the wings of sleeping
angels. Every man was listening to
ham sizzle – music we’d soon forget –
on fires that bloomed like angry roses,
but I snuck off with a blanket and granddad’s
copy of the Good Book. Curled in a corner
of the church, I found Psalm 23 – laid my head
on its promises. Grandpa stuck a curl of birch bark
in the pages so I could find it easy. Can’t read
it none, but he said when I went off that Psalm 23
would usher me through blood and hell.
Sunday morning dragged rain off the mountains.
Lord nudged me awake – said it was time to rise.
I asked if He might march with me a spell
before the sun opened its eye.