105

The Green Folding

Today,

looking at my uniform today,

The old jacket,

The pants of gray,

The shorts were slightly molding

And as I was putting them away

I saw green stains folding

On the battle field,

I remember the day,

When I the general,

Dressed in gray,

Ran away.

I had to shoot my gun,

As the night was falling

The grass was mauling,

My legs as I was forced to run,

They were closing in on me,

I heard their shots,

But I could not see,

So I fired my shots into theirs,

I felt the warm blood

As it dripped from my hair,

Just thinking of it makes me scared.

As the green is folding

In my heart I’m holding

Fears beyond your mind

The horrors are stuck

In your mind.

The lines were broken through,

There was nothing else that I could do,

But run, run away,

The memory is still so keen

I fell and stained the gray,

And that’s why I’m here today,

Folding green,

Folding green

Folding green.