I meant to post this way back in November, but time flies and it got put off, but after reading Mandasy's poem I was inspired to post this one. I wrote it in Grade 7 (way too long ago lol) and sadly haven't written anything close to this since then, maybe one of these days the muse will strike again like it did then.


One drab November morn,
The troops blew the wake-up horn.
All came out expecting there to be bloodshed,
But alas, it was far from having to contend.
The enemy had called defeat!

All the families can stop fretting,
All the families can go getting
Their husbands, sons, and daughters.
They will fly over what used to be treacherous waters,
To see their precious families.

But for some there are no families,
For their husbands, sons, and daughters,
Were killed in and around those treacherous waters.

Alas, fifty years later some don't remember,
All those who fought through winter,
To save the country and lives,
All those lives that were lost,
In the years of the Holocaust.

To save and help others,
Even if they were not our brothers,
To save all the small children.

For those years which may have been,
Horrible and unable to take,
But make no mistake,
They had fought and won the war for everyone.

No chance of me writing something like that now, let alone in Grade 7! Thanks for sharing it.

Cheers beer:

Andy

That was great! There's no way I could write that now!!! I wish more would remember wars and those that fought in them.

I just got a call this week from my best friend in Iraq. He was at the main gates when those two car bombs went off on New Years. Over here people keep saying how wrong it is for us to be over there. Why can't they stop talking about that and support those who are over there? When the soldiers come back shake a hand or say thank you. You may not agree with why they were there, but they had no say in them being over there in the first place. Don't take it out on the soldiers.

That was a beautiful poem.

Wonderful!!

How old are you in Grade 7?? :unsure:

Thanks for the kind words! I think I was 11 or 12 when I wrote it, now 10 years later I'm wishing I would have continued to focus on my writing.

It's never too late Khimera! I'm 28 and am about to start a Grad Dip of Journalism. Back to uni, oh dear!

Cheers beer:

Andy

Ah right so that makes it Year 7 or 8 here the first years of secondary school yike: That makes the poem even more outstanding. Well Done!!!

That was great, nice job! It's never too late to write, I'm just busy to write a novel (short stories are for me)

Great job! No shortage of talent on this forum, that's for sure.

Brings a tear to the eye, nice job. I can't begin to imagine the horrors of war, and one of my good friends from high school is about to leave for Afghanistan very soon. He and his twin brother graduated from West Point in 2004, but his brother is in Alaska.

My heart and prayers go out to all the troops and their friends and families.