a review of my poem
i thought i`d blogged this once but i find no reference in my archive , i apologise for re issuing it but every time i read it ( not too often , lol ) i feel i`ve created something above average
taxing the mind, another conundrum,
the same puzzle as before but its not humdrum.
battle lines drawn across the floor,
chequered squares in all sixty four.
battle opens infantry on the move,
forward ever forward ,so much to prove.
generals plan flank attacks and trap evasion,
deep in thought,weighing up the equation.
its the midst of battle,action is all around.
through imagined gunsmoke hear the cannon pound.
hussar leap soldiers grounded,
objective sited enemy king surrounded.
the end approaches through acrid stench,
defending artillery ,in vain entrench
in honour borne of battles yore,
defeated king bows head tward floor......
david g. wright
please comment good or bad but please dont steal it ...
