The Square
By Brian Williams
As I walked to the square
I could see smoke wafting in the air.
The cold dark clouds dropping snow
Onto the writhing mass below.
Bombed-out buildings framed the sky
And planes like angry birds flew by.
Two armies clashed there in the square
With bullets whizzing here and there.
But now the armies all had gone
And left nothing but destruction.
Fallen soldiers lay on the ground
Now nothing made a sound.
The eerie silence, nothing moving
The soldier's blood in rivers flowing.
Looking at bodies, I saw my own
Silently lying there alone.
For many years I watched friends die
And could do nothing but st
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Brian Williams
Mrs. Goldstone said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
Take a cue
from Langston Hughes.
I think about this for a while,
As I drive mile after mile.
I drive down many roads,
Seeing lawns that have been mowed.
I am eighteen, born in Poughkeepsie,
To my dad, David, and mom, Jackie.
I come home to my house,
Nobody home, quiet as a mouse.
And as I start to type,
This is what I write:
For most of the time,
I've had music on my mind.
I have played Tuba for many years,
But when I started, I had ma