The following was sent to me by a friend of mine,
TARHEELSUTTON.
It is a poem that was written by his 14 year old
nephew, "Bo" Hammonds, who also is a member of the
Wallace Bowling Camp 1400, SCV.
He has given me his permission to include this on my
homepage.
"
Death Passed By My Tent Last Night"
Death passed by my tent last night,
as I slept on the cold frozen fields,
It did not take me with him,
but around the corner he yields.
Death passed by my tent last night,
He took a solider that was near, � �
Frozen solid on the ground,
he died alone and in tears.
Death passed by my tent last night,
Dragging frozen souls behind,
I sat staring through the flaps,
for hours no words I could find.
Again Death passed by my tent last night,
and left
as quickly as he came,
And took my best friends
right leg,
so he left him permanently lame.
Death passed by my tent last night,
and I
still live cold and in fright,
Wondering if he will come through my flaps,
after our next fight.
����������������������������������������Emerson C. "Bo" Hammons,III���������������������������������������