~ Under The Sky ~

Lying under the sky

remembering smells

and sounds of home

Grass that is green and lush

with trees and singing birds

the sounds of children

playing ball in the park

where once I played

The smells of

mom’s home cooking

the sounds of the church bells

as the choir sings

These thoughts I remember

as here I lay

under a foreign sky

in a ditch made of sand

above me the clouds

are billowing black smoke

from incendiary bombs

the sounds filling the air

are gunfire

I didn’t hear the sound

of the bullet that hit me

Now I am laying here

under a foreign sky

my eyes wide open

unseeing

© 2005

Carole Mathys