The Soldier

August 1, 2009
By Tori Silverman SILVER, Weaverville, North Carolina
Tori Silverman SILVER, Weaverville, North Carolina
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Mud splashes up
Soaking his boots
As he walks
Hides
Ducks
Dives
The jangling tags long gone
Disease taken hold
Of his once keen mind
He no longer knows
Who he is

Camouflage
Ripped and shredded
Exposing his body to the elements
Stings
Bites
Burns
The convoy long gone
Despair taken hold
Of his once joyous demeanor
He no longer knows
Where he is


The helmet too big
Stolen from a lone head
In a puddle of blood
Hangs
Life long gone
Death taken over
His once twinkling eyes
He no longer knows
what he is

The author's comments:
This was a picture poem, written as a school assignment, but I ended up really liking it. If you liked it too, or if you didn't, please comment and tell me why. Thanks a bunch!
-Tori

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