Line
Lines are our rulers
We stand in line
A ration line,
Recruitment line,
A defensive line,
A trench line
A line of attack
Lines full of strangers.
Silently waiting
For their turn.
School boy lines
I must not cross the line
I must not cross the line
I must not cross the line
A line of prisoners
A line of graves
A line of children
Buying ice creams
A line of starving waiting for beans
White lines
County lines
Coke lines
Railway lines
Lines for tickets
For sport like cricket
A picket line for those that picket
A line to join to do the shopping
A line for paratroopers to commence their dropping
A line for paying your respects
In a book of condolence , expressing regret
A line that’s drawn as a final end
Not to be crossed
A line not to be broken
A final line , not a line in the sand
That’s swept away by the incoming tide
A finishing line
Always in front never behind
10/04/2023
Pete (edbreathe)
Tue 11th Apr 2023 10:24
Thanks Keith and Stephen
I’m happy it gave you food for thought
I got to the penultimate line of the poem and thought it was all over ,!
Then I wrote the final one and thought , it is now