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Ghost of a Hero...



The taste of worn dust rubs the back of his throat, rough
Memories of a day without sweat fade, dim
A hard trail, cut through wilderness, tough
The only life he’s known, his time running, slim

The last of the unmarked paths, discovered
Dry eyes catch their last sunset, ending
Where are the treasures once lost, uncovered
His own story, he holds worth knowing, remembering.


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  1. AnonymousJune 3, 2011 at 12:18 AM

    I love the title and the first line too. Wonderfully written, I love the way you wrote too it gives that sense of something important being slowly forgotten

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  2. UnknownJune 3, 2011 at 8:54 AM

    The endings of each line are brilliant. Giving me chills this morning, and no-I don't have a cold. :)

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  3. e.a.s. demersJune 3, 2011 at 10:34 AM

    Aw, thanks guys!

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  4. BerowneJune 3, 2011 at 10:53 AM

    Very creative use of rhyme and meter. Congratulations.

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  5. e.a.s. demersJune 3, 2011 at 10:59 AM

    Thanks, Berowne! And, welcome :-)

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  6. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJune 4, 2011 at 12:35 PM

    your words are powerful.
    very beautiful description of the image..

    Thanks for linking.
    :)

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  7. e.a.s. demersJune 8, 2011 at 3:06 PM

    Thank you, Jingle! And, thanks for the invite :-)

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  8. AnonymousJune 11, 2011 at 9:34 PM

    A very cool write, I liked the way the theme flowed through out the word choice

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  9. e.a.s. demersJune 11, 2011 at 10:01 PM

    Thanks, abthomas! And, welcome! Glad you stopped by :-)

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