My Hero
I hear them say, a hero has courage and is admired. Hero only has four powerful little letters, I wonder who would fit that strong picture. A man who left the home~family~to fight a war, who went cold and hungry. From towns and villages he and his men went, trying to help humans in another land. Their days turned into many long months, then cold winds and snow set in everywhere. Some nights the farmers kept him and his men warm, they were put in their barn with their animals. Everyday came with hunger, but there was no food to eat. Sometimes the farmers would give them a cup of hot soup, they shared what little they had. After many months of seeing death at his door step, he and his men could finally come back home. Now thinner and wiser, he needed to find a job for his family. At first I said, my dad was my hero~he is. Then I looked at the farmers from the many towns~villages,
they kept my dad alive for many long months. Can there be more than one hero to a story, I most definitely think so and this was the proof.
Date Written: 7/18/2022
Note: True Story
7/24/2022 "Poem of the Week" Winner
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2 Place
To Honor My Hero Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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