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The Soldiers |
| The smell of blood and sulphur
The air is thick with smoke
The soldiers groan with agony
This conflict is no joke
Bodies litter the road and field
A lonesome hawk cries
The U.S. soldiers are always watched
By the enemy's despicable eyes
The tanks are rolling through the lane
Like slow, lumbering cattle
The soldiers, they are nervous
As they trudge into their battle
The fighters have been scrambled
They soar across the sky
The soldiers must be brave
For they know that they must die
This war must be concluded
There must be some sort of boon
The soldiers must be hopeful
I pray they get home soon | Jordan
10th Grade
Copyright 2006
Listed 11/14/2006Poem "recognized for creative excellence"
by School District of Lee County, Ft. Myers, FL |
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