Paul F. McCann

FOOTSTEPS IN A MINEFIELD

I held my breath and I waited for that sound to come
I sat down on the grass under the heat of the sun,
In the heavy silence there was no need of a gun.
For another enemy I had to overcome.
Lost and alone like stepping stones in a quiet place.
Walking through a minefield my footsteps I could not trace
Yes, it is a miracle how I ever survived -
maybe someone had carried me to the other side.