War-Worn Poem by Fay Slimm
War-Worn
He crouched in tears, clutching letters closely.
Head bent, his bulk reduced by weariness.
the weeping spelt relief.
A letter was the most he hoped to see of home.
War still seethed, and as noisy hell held sway,
heavy shell sounds bounced around in rote.
He daily faced lines of foe full knowing fear.
Yet he had found that taste of home
too much, and wept.
The sign of weakness gone, helmet on,
he sped away.
We will never know his inner state, but we still
see the image of this soldier's face.
We need to urge our prayers for any war
to cease, utterly.
A letter was the .........most He hoped to see ......of home. -------- touching poignant poem...one of the things a soldier can make his spirit burn and rise from the darkness of war is just a letter of love from home...NIce imagery and uniquely structured...10
an urgent message for peace... a touching verses..and pity for the innocent soldiers..involved in atrocity and hipocritic attitude of the leaders...nice write...10
I can see the grief on this soldiers face what he'd give for his mothers embrace death and wounded lay all around mortar shells and machine guns pound
wonderful.. though painful. i love the form you chose.....
You paint such a poignant but real picture of the weary soldier on the battle front.....
Good work! You smoked out most of the liberal wing on this site - those who will never accept the need for a just war, no matter the provocation! They are content to shed crocodile tears over almost any loss of life, except the millions of lives lost in the good old Soviet Union in its heyday!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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War is evil. War is oft glorified but.............