Saved In the Nick of Time
The thunder of guns echoed around the thick wood,
Dying soldiers trembled with pain, death understood.
I remember looking at the nightly bright stars.
Trying to find a freedom path, despite our scars.
Saved our poor lives as we crossed to the other side
Of the river. Another place now they could ride
Up to the mountain and hopefully search for food.
A fire kindled to warm us in a better mood.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2022
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