| Fallen Soldier |
| Nineteen eighteen, my twentieth year War almost over, or so we hear Whistles blow, along the trench From yonder, deaths bitter stench Crossing razor wire, into no-mans land Bullets scream, a target I stand Praying to survive, a bursting shell My body then shattered, there I fell On a battlefield, wounded, in pain Never see loved ones, ever again Fluid of life, slowly ebbing away Never imagining, this fateful day In a wilderness, feeling alone Through night, an incessant groan All that's left, is love in my heart For my loved ones, as life I depart Hazy thoughts, come to the fore Dead, forgotten, alive no more Memories fading, through tearful eyes Trying to remember, amid dying cries Alone on a battlefield, for life I fight A soldier fallen, taken this night Taking my leave, a greater duty calls Before my eyes, another soldier falls Looking down, on fields of poppy red Each one a comrade, soldiers dead Never forget, those souls so brave For you alone, their life they gave |
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| Copyright: Robert Lewis 1998-2003 Worldwide All rights reserved This poem may not be copied by any means without the express permission of the author |
| This poem has been published by Poetry Now |