Lone Survivor

Walking down the dusty path,

Breathless weights upon the shoulders,

He walks among the colored leaves

And whispering wind telling some secret conversation.

With stately pomp he walks, majestically

Plodding with strength and weariness.

Heavy feet trod the wild road.

The light of the low sun shines through the red and

Golden leaves, illuminating the path in pink and

Golden hues.

Colored leaves heavy with sleep

Fall upon the road, shimmering with light

Upon every shadow crevice.

Some sweet voice hums in the distance.

He reaches out to his side.

He continues to walk like heavy medals on a soldier, into the setting sun

Dignified and stately.

He reaches out to his side,

Grasping at leaves and wind.