The two of us cut across the field, Our path taking us directly towards the somewhat ramshackle farmhouse, We had become separated from our patrol, And were in no hurry to get back. Hell the war was all but over, The countless patrols were merely a diversion to stop us growing restless.
Just we reached the open yard before the house a young women stepped from the building, Her blonde hair falling in ringlets over her face as she struggled to carry an overflowing basket. She seemed so caught up in her work that she did not even notice us.
Though I sure notice her, I watched as she disappeared around the back of the building. The hem of her long dress blowing in the breeze. With a smile I turned to my companion “Now that is the kind of diversion I was thinking about”.
Last edited by JollyRoger; 09-25-2008 at 10:10 PM.
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