Here’s one of the poems Billy (a main character from my “Extra Innings” trilogy) wrote while he was stationed with the USAF in South Korea (during the Korean War/Korean Conflict: February 1953). I thought it was relevant considering the frigid winter weather we’ve been having here in Northeast Ohio (single digits).
“Beautiful Waste”
When twilight comes in winter
A dreamland of blue is cast by the pale moon’s light.
Across the shimmering valley of silver
Silhouetted trees are at peace in the quilted hills of white.
Like childhood’s cozy bedtime
Nothing stirs and all is quiet.
So I pray “Oh night, live long and bear no fruit that breaks the dawn
For when there’s sun this all becomes a stage for men to die.”