What I Gave

I see a soldier over the rise
It's there my enemy lay
Startled, much to my surprize
Down the hill, a soldier in gray

With a steady pace, through the fog
The morning's mist a wall
A single shot, a barking dog
A voice in the distance called

My body's falling, no concern
A spinning sky, a soaring bird
A heart now stopped by the burn
Before my last breath was heard

What I gave, you ask of me
My death before I knew love
I took and oath, I couldn't flee
I died because account of


contest... What I Gave
6/20/14
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Gibson Avatar
July 14, 2014 at 1:34 PM
Great write, Frederic. Congratulations on your placement in the contest.
A. Sharma Avatar
July 14, 2014 at 10:47 AM
Exactly the way I feel Frederic ! Top winner to me ,, big congrats on win // Upma//
Devonshire Avatar
June 21, 2014 at 3:57 PM
Dear Frederic, it's a shame that so many young people who never "knew love" are sent to battle. I admire their courage and appreciate their efforts to preserve freedom. Still, wouldn't it be ironic if those who declare war were forced to engage in the combat. Just a thought. Your poem drew me in immediately and it's Aces for the contest! Love, Carolyn (My contest is posted now. Sorry for the confusion. Admin has been working on my problem.)
Parker Avatar
June 21, 2014 at 4:28 PM
your thought is the same from all of us who served, and yes I saw that your contest was posted, thank you for your kindness
Onclaud Avatar
June 21, 2014 at 3:39 PM
stirrimg me to the core, frederick... superb expressions!. huggs
Parker Avatar
June 21, 2014 at 4:29 PM
thank you nette for reading and for your kindness
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace