Daniel S. Irwin

The Pledge

In the dead of night,
We sit on a mound of dirt
Blitzed outta our minds.
Me, some 'shine in a jar.
Bill, a tab of something.
Willows sway in the
Half-moon moonlight.
We're honoring a pledge
That we'd made years ago.
It's the watch we swore to do.
And we're here till sunrise.
Ya never know when a buddy
Needs help crawling outta a hole.
Nothing happening, I guess he's
Planted real good, buried to last.
Sun up, we stagger on home
Brushing off the dust from
The cemetery. Bye, Sam.



Morning

Ah, morning at last.
The crisp cool air,
Dew and sunshine.
Birds all chirping.
Squirrels playing.
My trusty shotgun
Will take care of
All that and let me
Go back to sleep.
Don't nobody dare
Ring my doorbell.

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