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The Winding Road

With a sudden start he woke
Not a single word he spoke
His body ached as he knelt
Time again to go he felt

All remaining strength he drew
Their fate how long before he knew
Down the winding road he went
Where his men to fight he sent

So around sharp bends he crept
Over bomb craters he leapt
On the winding road he stayed
But painful progress he made

Bodies strewn afar he spied
For so many lost he cried
No one could survive he thought
Yet signals of hope he sought

Horrific scenes of war he saw
Guilt of his men's death he bore
Endless days until he slept
For broken families he wept

The futility of war
Cannon fodder are the poor

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Michael Ponnambalam

Date: 6/6/2022 1:33:00 AM

Excellent poem. I love the words at the end: "The futility of war."

Simon Rogerson
Date: 6/6/2022 1:50:00 AM

Thanks Michael - Just been watching the news - it's heartbreaking about Ukraine

Valsa George

Date: 3/21/2022 7:11:00 AM

This poem pictures the horror and terror of war ! In a war, there is no victory ! Even if one side wins, it is at the cost of so many lives ! A touching poem Simon !

Simon Rogerson
Date: 3/21/2022 7:22:00 AM

Thanks Valsa - My poem seems so relevant in these troubled times. Simon

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 3/7/2022 7:21:00 AM

Hello Simon Rogerson, this poem is very sad. So nice to meet you. Enjoy your day my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 3/7/2022 12:06:00 PM

Hello Simon Rogerson, Yes so sad. I fear for the children. They have no future. How I wish the world would be in piece an not in pieces. Enjoy your day my friend.

Simon Rogerson
Date: 3/7/2022 10:58:00 AM

Yes it is even more sad given the horrendous events in Ukraine. Do we ever learn? Thanks for reaching out. Simon