Shawn L. Bird

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poem-creative protest June 27, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:48 am
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Today,

I’m picketing injustice

with my son’s guitar.

Time to learn

how to play.

A rainy picket day

may as well bring new skills,

since there’s no other pay.

 

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poem- weak longevity August 24, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:34 am
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My father age twenty-five.

his desires divided,

stood in line with naked men

waiting for the army to welcome them.

They listened to his slow, weak heart,

and said he’d stay home to do his part.

My father age twenty-five

managed to stay alive.

While his friends went off to foreign shores,

at home he built bombers for the war.

His friends returned broken and stayed,

with their damaged mates from their brigades.

Dad was whole and grieved the loss

of friendships torn by life or death.

On the decades rolled

and now each soul

who stood entwined within that line

is gone, save dad, whose slow, frail heart

turned out to be his strongest part.

Dad thinks back upon that line,

and celebrates birthday ninety-nine.

 

 
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