Loud booms of bombs going off,
shakes the ground he is lying on.
He hears the gun fire making
its way closer and closer to him.
Missing shots hitting the dirt,
causing a huge sand-storm,
almost blocking his vision.
But he has no fear,
as he lies on the hard rocky surface.
Because they will never see him,
behind this four foot rock wall
because he, is in camouflage.
Prompt inspired by Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha, from my Writing101 Poetry class.
Photo credit Wikipedia.
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2 thoughts on “Camouflage”
I smile as I read this, because one of my poems for today ”A brave soul” went to this angle though it didn’t end happily like yours.
I enjoyed it. Thank God for him the camouflage has served.