Russell G. Robison
VICTORY
Checking all the weapons
So that they’re in perfect form
Knowing that the setting sun
Foretells the coming storm
Trying not to think about
The mission drawing near
When we clear the harbor mouth
You pray the river’s clear
The moon will be out big tonight
There’ll be no place to hide
We’ll be a sitting duck and
That can eat you up inside
So up and down the river
With the diesels just below
Staring at the shadows hoping
You know who won’t show
The river is an eerie place
So calm and yet so cruel
And when she’s took for granted
Rest assured you play the fool
Its midnight and you’ve got the watch
But dark is all you see
You’ll settle for one peaceful night
And call it victory
©Copyright June 24, 2011 by Russell G. Robison
Delta Blue