A soldier's dying call.

soldier boy was calling meHis faint cry heard all aroundThe air was still and silentAnd dusty sand lay on the ground. The far outstretched plains lay before meCarried on for miles ahead. And many a soldier's body could be seenAlthough most of them lay dead. But still a soldiers voice called outWhich i could faintly hear. But with so many bodies strewn aroundI wasn't sure of which cried out in his fear. But still I kept on reassuring himWith only words that could not explainHow much I really feared for his lifeAnd if in death he would die from pain. Then I saw a movement Just slightly but it didn't go unseen. Now I could rescue our country's heroAnd give back to him a life that'd been. For we must protect our country menWho in a war for their land have bravely fought. A true hero who's life he gave willingly In their fight for freedoms rights their land sought.

Copyright © Anna Tate | Year Posted 2016