THE ELDER

The years have traced upon her countenance, with Time's own pen, indelible designs, And those equipped to read between the lines Will find each mark has its significance.

Her stern aspect betokens self-control; About her mouth determination lies.

But lines of loneliness surround her eyes, A framework for the windows of the soul.

Her quest for beauty often brought her pain.

Those silver strands within her close-cropped hair-Youth's gone, but strength and character remain.

And thus it is her visage seems to me

More lovely than mere callow youth might be.

from VICE VERSA, Vol. 1, No. 7, Dec. 1947

THE FAITHFUL SOLDIER

I hunger for one look at you, my beloved I ache with the desperateness of one long deprived of love in any form.

At first I want only to see

the room

---

you -across

the sheen of the new dress

the long lines that are you.

I will contain myself I will not cry out

--

but only whisper your name

It is you I have waited for this long time

I can wait longer.

And then

--

I'll see you throw back your head because you are glad that

and laugh

I am back

and expectant.

you are happy to be here

14

Sten Russell