Front Porch Review
A literary magazine for the young at heart and mind

Gunships hovered above the treetops
while the spotter dropped down in
his bubble helicopter to peer into
shaded hooches for targets,
a job few survived.

We later became friends,
though the war always
stood between us.
One day, in heated
argument, I spat out,
All the heroes went to Canada.

It hovers over me still.

By Barry Basden

Barry Basden, back in the day, picked cotton, sold greeting cards out of a pickup, and worked in a pawn shop, where he played with the musical instruments, never very well. Now he lives in the Texas hill country with his wife and two yellow Labs. In his spare time he edits Camroc Press Review. His guitar sits alone in a cedar closet, remembering old songs.