So Many Dawns.

Childhood dawns frosted and sparkled,

To be gazed at in wonder,

Through windows closed,and spider web patterned.

When the cold could be endured no longer,

Back to the warmth of blankets and siblings.



Teenage dawns,shadow dispersing,secretive,

Streaks of light smiling on young loves.

Even dawns were young once,always creative.

The dawn chorus starts, with the cooing of doves.

No sleep for ardent lovers in the night.



The soldier's dawn,one hour early,

Black shadows emerge into trees or a bush.

Then the advancing enemy,seen quite clearly,

Moving forward to be trapped in ambush,

Try to forget the ensuing carnage.



The punishment dawn,black clouds racing,

A white faced soldier stands,white rag on his breast,

The line of soldiers in front halt their pacing,

Quiet orders given,raised rifles point to the rag on his chest.

The volley of shots,complaining rooks,no more noise,just death.



The dawn of parenthood,floor pacing,crooning,

A bundle of crying,now joyously gurgling to welcome the light.

Having seen the dwn,the infant lays down cooing,

People and dawns permanent fixtures-

That child kept all awake that night.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just musing.

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giajl's picture

First dawn,last dawn,just dawn.As well you know many soldiers meet their maker come the dawn, For us poor few we stay to try and stay alive for the next dawn.
great words David Immotive to say the least, A glimpse of a chapter of war not much talked about.The Lack of Moral Fibre as it was once known.
Cowards?, or just scared young men, a common trait of all soldiers once in their life.
Though some never got the second chance.
Lest we forget.


Paratrooper's don't die........ they go to Hell and regroup!!!

Teresa Jacobs's picture

You are good. I like the descriptiveness in which you write. MEMORIES. You relive them well. I enjoy your writing throughly.

deborah russell's picture

Nice poetry. Now, I am waiting for the sequel. Perhaps the poet's dawn? (smiles)

Melvin Lee's picture

Very insightful poem, Lewis... the many twists and light on the different kinds of dawn...definitely a poem worthy of more than ONE reading... And i can see wat an aftermath war has left on u... :( Take care.~!