Brush With Death Poem by David Harris
Brush With Death
This poem is dedicated to all those who have fallen in battlefields for their respective countries. May they never be forgotten for the sacrifice they gave.
Every day on the frontline of a battlefield,
soldiers have a brush with death.
Some lose, others win,
and for the others death will have to wait.
Each morning they wake up to see the dawn
never knowing if this is the last one.
They think of their families
who wait for them on a distant shore.
They say life is a survival of the fittest,
but death never sees it that way.
It does not matter how weak or strong you are.
If death chooses you to fall, you will.
Therefore, our soldiers go to war
to where the battle lines are drawn.
All of them hope, but not expect
to wake up to see another dawn.
30 April 2009
David, your poetry is always easy to understand and direct in its message. This one is no exception - a poignant reminder of the terror of the unknown and the awfulness of war. I only thank God that in this life I have been spared the experience of seeing my sons in uniform. When I think about my grandmother's generation opening their telegrams of 'I regret...' I am filled with sorrow and disgust. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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5/9/2024 5:38:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This one hits the heart and soul straight away. As Alison says your words are not complicated but they deliver a message that soldiers can not expect to come back. I have also heard that those who do are never the same. Your work is thoughtful, and well written as usual. 10 Karin Anderson