The Big Oak Tree
Bullets scream above my head
Rifles pointed in all directions
Earth and shrapnel pound my helmet
My gun is hot and almost empty
The trench has deteriorated, it's vulnerable
We all desperatly crawl for safety
Heading towards the big oak tree
Minutes are an eternity in the merciless mud
While being picked off one by one
I'm almost there my oh sweet haven
Refuge is only feet away
Everyone made it to the big oak tree
As fellow soldiers cheer the way
Assuming i'm the last and almost free
Then i hear a cry say help me please!
Not too far there sits a man
Surrounded by gunfire in his direction
Tears are flowing down his cheeks
Turning around i swiftly crawl
I grab his hand and yell lets go!
Preparing myself to face it all
Grenades are thrown and knock us down
I stood him up and we begin to run
Ignoring the metal in our legs
Our eyes are locked on the big oak tree
Yet in the distance i see a gun
Pointing at him the guy in front
I push him down into the mud
A powerful noise pierced the air
We both go down with a thud
He rolls me over onto my back
Applying pressure to my chest
And drags me to the big oak tree
My vision blurred i faintly see
Everyone is surrounding me
I feel someone grab my hand
Covered in shades of red
My mouth is filled with the taste of iron
I struggle to breathe i cannot swallow
With my final breath i softly say
"I finally made it to the big oak tree."
Copyright © Justin Rowberry | Year Posted 2011
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