**Reflections**
He walks with a heavy step.
Alone, no comrade to comfort him.
The gravel road meets a wide river with only one way to cross.
A lonely bridge with high gleaming arches climbing out of the water.
He must pass-over, for the bridge is the only connection to the world on
the other side.
As he crosses something below calls to him.
Leaning over he can see the stagnant water with rays of light hurrying to
and fro on the surface.
He can also see his shy reflection staring back at him.
Suddenly the reflection changes!
His reflection rises from the water.
The reflection hands have a grip on his shoulders.
It pleads for the man to join him in the watery depths, but the man cannot.
He must continue on his journey to the world on the other side.
******(A poem inspired by the book All Quiet on the Western Front. It may
not seem like it has anything to do with the book but that`s because I am
influenced by things strangely. I picked out good imagery words used by the
author and incorporated them into my poem.)
He walks with a heavy step.
Alone, no comrade to comfort him.
The gravel road meets a wide river with only one way to cross.
A lonely bridge with high gleaming arches climbing out of the water.
He must pass-over, for the bridge is the only connection to the world on
the other side.
As he crosses something below calls to him.
Leaning over he can see the stagnant water with rays of light hurrying to
and fro on the surface.
He can also see his shy reflection staring back at him.
Suddenly the reflection changes!
His reflection rises from the water.
The reflection hands have a grip on his shoulders.
It pleads for the man to join him in the watery depths, but the man cannot.
He must continue on his journey to the world on the other side.
******(A poem inspired by the book All Quiet on the Western Front. It may
not seem like it has anything to do with the book but that`s because I am
influenced by things strangely. I picked out good imagery words used by the
author and incorporated them into my poem.)