I Grew Up

By Richard L. Provencher

Wed, 19 Dec 2018
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I Grew Up

 

in a neighbourhood

of wounds – returned veterans

from WW 11 who brought

home souvenirs

of war – missing arms

and legs. Suffering PTSD and

other ailments. I saw

them -- I know.

War is Hell and as a young lad

could not understand

why glee shared battle-tales

of bayonets and no man’s land.

Me? I wilted under

the repeat of artillery fire

imagined screams

and watched tears storming

down faces saddened

by the memories of such feats.

 

(c) 2018 Richard L. Provencher   

Certificate PG
Poem
Words that Matter
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

aye, lest we forget. 

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Howdy Celticman. Thanks for your support. Our Veterans Townsite had 40 men and all of our families lived and played here. A good place to grow up in the daytime on Saturday. Many of our dads had PTSD and so we could commiserate with each other. However it did toughen us up for that wild world out there.

Richard L. Provencher