The Trip I have yet to make . . .
Many years ago, I decided I would take the train to
I love to ride on Amtrak. I love to talk with all the various people. Once I went from
You see I wanted to meet them face to face, I wanted to feel their pain at least what was left to feel. I wanted to feel the cold granite beneath my palm and leave something that would give me a sense of sacrifice . . . But what do I have that would suffice?
And then it dawned on me . . . A poem, by me, for their eyes only. I would write it, print it, frame it and then delete all signs of it from my computer, as though I’d never wrote it. And I would call it, “For Their Eyes, Only”.
And then maybe I could feel twinge of a sacrifice for them.
Dan HanoshWarriors and Wars
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