Friday, 8 May 2009

Poem.


FOR HIS FAMILY AND COUNTRY.
by S.Mackinder
(c) 1995.
Over the hill came the sound of battle cry,
Just 2 miles away as the crow does fly,
Here - where he stood and fought,
Alls quiet now-for a bullet he had caught.
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In a ditch wearing full battle dress covered in mud,
Lies a young soldier in water running red with blood,
His smoking empty rifle lying by his side,
For he had fought for his Country but died.
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A photo held crumbled tightly in his left hand,
The writing on the back was hard to understand,
As the picture was of a pretty young lady,
Who held in her arms a new born baby.

6 comments:

Cezar and Léia said...

Dear Imac!
This poema is very impressive but so sad!Poor soldier but I think it was reality for many families in time of war.
Have a nice weekend dear friend
Léia :-)

RuneE said...

You have caught the madness of war in simple, yet not so simple, sentences.

Thank you.

Kitty said...

It is just so true for any war - the trenches of WW1 or yesterday in Afghanistan.

jinksy said...

I have an old, silk embroidered post-card, written on in pencil, which some soldier sent back to his wife and family - he apologised for it being a little muddy, and asked her to kiss the boys and the baby - it made me cry as I read it, in some antique shop near Windsor, and I cherish it now, on behalf of that long ago family...

Laura ~Peach~ said...

love the last many posts been busy here... having the grandson be born :) come see him if you have not already!
HUGS Laura

Old Wom Tigley said...

Excellent.. Runes comment says it all.... this is very moving.. and the picture is framed very well my friend...I'm off to find a tissue now.