Harold C. Smith

(Duncan Falls, Ohio)

The Big War - Poem by Harold C. Smith

He was nineteen on that cold January day
When he was drafted and was taken away
Infantry training made him into a rock hard man
Then a ship waited to take him to a far away land
He learned to live with all the mud and rain
And with a diseases that caused a lot of pain
Time moved slowly until three birthdays had gone past
Until the war ended and he came home at last
All the medals were hidden in a drawer
Grim reminders of a terrible long war
What he experienced nobody will ever be told
And to no publication will they ever be sold
Nobody will ever know what he had been through
To help keep this country free for me and you


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Read poems about / on: january, war, rain, pain, home, time



Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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