Soldiers Poem by stacey berry

Dust and sand coat the skin adn clothes of men,
Who sacrifice their lives for people they will never know,
Still, They don't question when or why, they just try to live through each and every day,
The people they fight for don't understand,
The struggles that these men go through,
Instead, Tehy hate all our soldiers who fight, and bond together to protest a war that they dread.
An explosion is heard a few miles down the road the soldiers drive on,
They don't stop; They keep their eyes on the prize,
Through the sound thats made,
Their fear growns: one might make the drop.
In war they are strong as they fight to save,
The land of the free, The home of the brave!