A Poem for the Heroes

This is a poem my 12-year-old son wrote on the bus home from 6th grade. I think it's quite appropriate for this weekend's celebrations.

Heroes
by Nathanial Groves

A sharp gunshot rang out,
And silence there was,
The bullet hit to my right,
And suddenly I was in a firefight.
Gunshots heard from miles away,
The agony of war set in.

Fire in the street,
Buildings fallen and broke,
This is war's token.

Half the platoon is dead,
And my heart feels like lead,
But still we go on,
Not living or dead,
We all retreat.

In war there's no treat,
But recognition for a feat,
Either dead or dying,
We make our final stand.

This is the moment,
The glorious moment,
When none come home.

The wives and the children,
Waiting so patiently,
Waiting so patiently for one who won't come.

May the dead be honored,
Let the living celebrate,
May the survivors be at peace,
And may the families who have lost a member,
Be comforted.


Thanks for reading.
Cami

p.s. Thank you to all who are serving, or have served, their country. I tip my hat, and my heart to you.

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