The boy was a youngster – scarcely eighteen
He carried a gun and a drinking canteen.
He wore a uniform, looking mighty fine.
All he owned was a penny and a dime.
Coming to the war, this boy had much pride
If he joined, he thought, the war would subside.
But in his first battle, fighting for our flag
Shot, mighty bad, missing his left leg.
And so, this young man perished under the black sky
His leave so sudden, no time to say good bye.
But many have to parish in order to win
Many lives must be taken, all because of sin.
But, if we are to win, we must fight on
Never stop, nor look back, until the war in won.
~Susanna R. Criss
He carried a gun and a drinking canteen.
He wore a uniform, looking mighty fine.
All he owned was a penny and a dime.
Coming to the war, this boy had much pride
If he joined, he thought, the war would subside.
But in his first battle, fighting for our flag
Shot, mighty bad, missing his left leg.
And so, this young man perished under the black sky
His leave so sudden, no time to say good bye.
But many have to parish in order to win
Many lives must be taken, all because of sin.
But, if we are to win, we must fight on
Never stop, nor look back, until the war in won.
~Susanna R. Criss
3 comments:
WOW!!!!!!!!!! I love that poem SUSI!!! You did a wonderful job! No doubt inspired by your brothers new uniforms?!
No, not really. In a movie we watched a couple nights ago, their was a young fella who died in the battle of Iwo Jima.
~Susi
Sigh, how dramatic. You're amazing.
Post a Comment