A Tribute Poem by simon p jones

A TRIBUTE

So many years have passed and they won’t be forgotten

They were all young men who were sent to battle

How cruel was that?

To send a boy, not yet a man to battle for his King and country

He is sent off from his mum and dad

They waved good bye at the station

Knowing that they would never see him again

And when his training is complete

He is sent off on his way to battle in he fleet of all young men

With his weapon in hand

He begins to fight

The bullets fly through the sky and you never know which one if any

Has your name on it

As he turns he sees his fellow comrades fall to their knees

And the water passing him by turning red

Then he feels a hot burning sensation in his arm

He falls to the ground

He still solders on and battles though
He then lays down to take a shot

BANG!

He rolls over with blood rushing down his face

He lays there so still and in shock

He could not comprehend what had just happened

Later on as he lay in hospital he was told that he had lost one eye

But not by a shot but by the casing of his own bullet

This brave young mans day in the army had come to past

And back home he came to the loving arms of his mum and dad

So he want in as a boy and came out as a man

And I am proud and honoured to say that the man we speak about was

My Grandad

A brave and loving man who will always have a place in my heart



This is a tribute to all those who fell to give us a better life.

By SIMONPJONES