THEY TOOK A SWEET LITTLE BOY,
AND SENT HIM OFF TO WAR,
THEN EXPECTED HIM TO COME
HOME,
JUST LIKE HE WAS BEFORE.
BUT THERE ARE TOO MANY MEMORIES,
TRAPPED INSIDE HIS HEAD,
HE CAN'T HELP BUT REMEMBER,
ALL THE VISIONS OF THE DEAD.
THESE MEMORIES THAT HAUNT
HIM,
SHOWS THAT FREEDOM HAS A
PRICE,
TO NEVER FORGET THE BRAVE
YOUNG MEN,
THAT MADE THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE.
THESE YOUNG MEN ARE THE SAVIORS,
OUR BEST,OUR PROUD,OUR BRAVE,
WE MUST HONOR THOSE THAT
FOUGHT AND LIVED,
AND ALL THE HEROES IN THEIR
GRAVE.
TO ALL THE BOYS THAT WENT
TO WAR,
WE OWE THE GREATEST DEBT,
AND LIKE THE SOLDIERS THAT
SURVIVED,
WE CAN NEVER,NEVER FORGET.
By: Chris Woolnough
My Poems by Chris on this site
A Battlefield Of tears
Legacy Of War
The Tears I Shed
The Soldier's Cry
Through A Soldier's Eyes
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