Soldiers dream

poem

 

 

Soldiers Dream.

 

Across the bridge over the stream

 then down the path to the sea shore.

 Where I was wont to sit and dream.

 When I was young before the war.

 

My country called and I obeyed.

I joined the ranks of fighting men.

 Although I would have rather stayed.

I thought I’d soon be home again.

 

I did not know that I would die

  along with many thousands more

Who lie beneath a foreign sky.

 Far from their home for evermore.

 

I lay and bled amongst the dead

 and as my life blood drained away

I wished that I could be instead

back home dreaming beside the bay.

 

The path way leading to the sea

The wooden bridge across the stream.

I seemed to see them vividly.

A dying soldier’s final dream.

 

Thursday, 11 February 2010

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Reviews

[THERISA]

Reading this poem, i taken back to a more innocent time, when answering the call of duty, was a patroitic task, which one didn't back away from. Conveying a sense of lost and hopelessness of wars fought. Generations lost upon the battlefield faraway from home. Never to see it again. Always hoping, this is the last one. Thank you for sharing this poem with us.

[Tracie Skarbo]

Oh this is so sad. I am one of those who does not understand war and the ways of it. I understand the fundamentals...but not how we can take whole people and destroy them so when we should be thinking of ourselves as a globe rather then seperate entities fighting over the littlest things. We need to grow up and give up the pacifier... great job!