Ancient smooth log
Cut deep cross grain
Mile marker in time
1962, 1987, 2002,
Now
Friends and lovers
Lone travelers
Parties in motion
Scratching proof
They were here
Wandering the woods
Just as I
-T. Weeks
(A response to “As Toilsome I Wander’d Virginia’s Woods”)
A cake called Love
We made it tonight
Delicate surprising
For every occasion
-T. Weeks
(A response to “A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim”)
The only lesson I ever learn
Is that the road is never known
Over and over and over again
-T. Weeks
(A response to “A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown”)
Here lies a comrade
Faithful slain friend
Once blazing the trail
Then matching strides
Then leaning heavy
Now withered pale cold
Slain by the way
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night”)
Here we grieve the lost
By destination or by death
Drafting on a moment
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Come Up from the Fields Father”)
Oh my good Soldier
Valiant loyal exact
You have I remembered
Pride of service past
Oh my good General
How bravely I fought
Servant for the cause
Happy in your employ
Why then, my Soldier,
Have you defected now?
It cuts my heart to see
Such as you lost
For you, my General,
Will I always hold love
But now I see more
A new war I fight
T. Weeks
(A response to “By the Bivouac’s Fitful Flame”)
Awake in the dark
Fitful sheets wrinkled
Alien notions mushrooming
In a fertile plot of brain
Dawn bearing hope
Dragged in on new light
Reluctant relief arriving
But still no change
-T. Weeks
(A response to “An Army Corps on the March”)
Your army is a row of insects before a mountain
This city appears as a spore next to the sea
Yon tower scratches but the hem of the heavens
Our world is dust swirling in orbital sunbeams
T. Weeks
(A response to “Bivouac on a Mountain Side”)
Cavalry the cavalry
Young brave hungry
Taking each space
Wild dice tumbling
Have they their honor
In a brass button
And a stiff salute
Death evaded narrowly
Plain clothes reject
Sits watching the line
Invisible in bravery
Rushing to the fight
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Cavalry Crossing a Ford”)
Hearty conquests stew
Aromatic broth of yesteryear
Rarely so sweet is the memory
Straight off the vine
-T. Weeks
(A response to “The Centenarian’s Story”)
Life Immense 