A Soldier's Calling When Deaths a Calling
A soldier boy was calling me
A faint cry heard all around.
But sadly he was dying
As he lay there on the ground.
I stepped into the mass destruction
Of where many heroes lay
Taking to them water
And reassurance in words so hard to say.
I held brave men in my arms
Closely to my chest
As I cradled them in silence
In the moments before death.
By Anna Sabrina Tate 29th August 2019.
Copyright © Anna Tate | Year Posted 2019
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