A Soldier Boy

A soldier boy was calling me His faint whispers heard around But sadly he was surrounded by many Of other dying soldiers on the ground. I stepped into the masses And tread carefully where I stood Incase I hurt the injured soldiers Treading as careful as I could. So many heroes fallen In a battle field they lay No war being won whilst dying In the mass destruction that they lay. But I walked on slowly As I followed the soldiers voice If I only saved the one life It would be of bitter choice. I reached the injured party And held him in my arms As gently I caressed his dying body As I heard his screams in his alarms But his eyes were soon to grow heavy As he fell asleep upon my chest A true heroic soldier Who fought in war and sis his upmost best. By Anna Sabrina Tate 29th August 2019.