The lone soldier

A poem I wrote

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This poem was written at a time of great stress in my life, though it is not the best I have written flow wise, it is the one I treasure above all. My values shine forth through this unknown hero. Many untold tales are out there, and many unsung hero's, this is to honor those hero's though they may never be known.

On a field a lone soldier stands
All his companions, in the final sleep
The soldier's tears flow into bloody hands
Weep for the loss my friends

His grizzled face is narrow with sorrow
There is no hope to be found for today
Perhaps there will be some tomorrow
Weep for the loss my friends

The dead, like stars are scattered
On the field so laced with blood
Why? the cause had not mattered
Weep for the loss my friends

Standing for the country true
The armed force of a nation
Those brave and perilous few
Weep for the loss my friends

Stand and salute those who gave their lives
Who gave up health and home
To protect their countymen, children, wives
Weep for the loss my friends

Yet on this field a lone soldier does stand and salute
The companions of that final charge
The battle just fought makes him resolute
Weep for the loss my friends

And finally he falls, as the wound takes its toll
Last thought of peace victory
He hears the cry of freedom, to final drumroll
Weep for the loss my friends

The field now is empty of life
Though the dead are as the stars
Empty of the killing and the strife
Weep for the loss my friends

Many children, fatherless cry
For the wound this war has made
For the country, a disparing sigh
Weep for the loss my friends

Freedom is worth any cost
And any cost man will pay
So for your freedom, respect the loss
Weep for the loss my friends



Yours sincerely, Tim Lyons


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Reply #1 from JoeUser Forums Top
I was a military cadet for two years. At first, being a kid and all, being a soldier is about protecting one country and what's in it. But throughout boot camp, we were trained to believe, that being a soldier is really about protecting yourself, the next guys beside you and then your country. We wondered why it was that, throughout the training.

It was after through it, we learnt the truth. You have to live and survive, to protect the next guy and we need a lot of guys, including myself, to protect the country. Or even invades another. While dead soldiers are being weep, honored and remember, it is those that are still walking, that keep the hope going.
Reply #2 from JoeUser Forums Top
That was inspiring, Hans.

~Dan
Ashes of the Singularity II
Reply #3 from JoeUser Forums Top
Tim, wonderful poem! Great work!
Reply #5 from JoeUser Forums Top
The same war we're still fighting in right now, Sherye. You and me and Tim and all the rest.

~Dan
Reply #6 from JoeUser Forums Top
Sherye,

I am not a soldier, just a teenager that has been taught by my father ( a Korean vet) to respect the loss of all my countrymen.

Hans,

Thank you, and I do honor the brave men who not only defended our country but lived through the war to educate those of us who still need to learn of the danger. I respect the living vets ( my father being one) and definately hold them in the highest regard. They were indeed the ones who defended the country I'm proud to live in now. I hope I didn't offend, and thank you for everything you have done for all Americans.