Left With a Folded Flag
Left With A Folded Flag
Have been at wall with all of the enemy,
Including one that existed inside of me;
Have begun to prepare myself for war;
On ship as it approaches foreign shore.
Fearlessly landed and sand was flying,
In the air and many soldiers were dying;
Some seem close and others are nearby;
Soldiers that did die are in our each eye.
Blood did drip down upon grungy ground,
And a horrible new home we have found;
Waiting for us approaching growing near,
Which was with so much sorrow and fear.
Harder and harder have to fight and fight,
And would appear with dawn's early light;
Heard weapons fire with bombs exploding;
Up more ammunition soldiers are loading.
Officer dropped by and he now is with us,
With so much sadness heard him discuss,
About or modest son who would not brag;
What we found left was a single folded flag.
Jim Horn
Not sure about either how or
which contest to enter my poem
into. Someone can for me if they
want to. Maybe I can get the next
door neighbor to help me like in
the commercial. Of course you can
do everything for me if you choose to.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2018
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