| You hear the sound of bullets You see the red battlefield You smell the burning of gunpowder You taste the air of sorrow and weeps You feel the cold sweat of fear going down your back afraid that you might die You hear the drum beating You see the other army rushing toward you You smell their rage and anger You taste the memories of the past fearful that you may never see your family ever again You feel scared and frightened you are anxious to go home but now you must fight You hear your commander scream You see the faces of young boys and men, terrified You smell the perfume left on your letter from a wife, girlfriend, or a fianc�e You taste the last cup of coffee and think about cornbread You feel the reassuring hand of a friend on your shoulder You hear the sound of bullets You see the red battlefield You smell the burning of gunpowder You taste the air of sorrow and weeps You feel the cold sweat of fear going down your back afraid that you might die |
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| Poem Written by: Kelly Rose Spessard About the Author: Soon to Come... |
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