Monday, May 28, 2018

The soldier poem

                                                       The soldier

Fields of poppies grow and grow as the songs of birds flow and flow.
Every cross has a name of soldiers that died “what a shame”.
Poisonous gas made death of soldiers that did their best.
Dead soldiers are in the grave and on their cross is their very name.
April 25 is the day we celebrate ANZAC day.
Lucky soldiers had survived and had a very happy life.
Homesick soldiers at night they think of their families then they fight.       
Khaki jackets made for war now old, faded and very torn.
Pitch darkness at night from sunrise to sunset they fight and fight.

As dawn breaks we remember those who died in wars for all our souls.   

1 comment:

  1. I like way you rhymed the soldier writing well done

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