Mist hangs over the mountainside
Through rain the autumn colours collide
Long since brown, the leaves have died
As ever in springtime they will burst into life
Barbed wire stands out against the sky
A sentinel guarding those bleak grey hills
The beauty of this sparse Fall scene
Reminds me somehow of distant fields
Inside the wire the quagmires grow
Soft underfoot, slippery yet firm
As air grows colder, rain turns to snow
The hilltops hidden once more
When I was a child, I loved this time
Trampling through piles of crisp gold leaves
Now I am grown, these memories remain
A distant time, now a deadlier game
Gornji Vakuf
Bosnia
November 1995
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Danger Close
PoetryA short collection of modern war poetry 1995 - 2014 Highly personal, this short anthology draws on the writer's experiences as a soldier and officer of the British Army in conflict zones in Europe, Africa, Iraq and Afghanistan. Although, the major...
