Aug 152015


The soldier lay, his body tense with fear
Yesterday he had been far from here
Quiet, still, prone on the sand
His job now to protect this land

Year after year no work could be found
The army beckoned, to a regiment renowned
A rifleman now, proud and brave
He saw the order, his officer’s wave

Break cover, run for your life
Focus, focus, forget kids and wife
He felt no pain, just a thud in the chest
He had been a good soldier, tried his best

Lying bleeding, his eyes growing dim
Red roses blooming all around him
Lord open your arms, welcome me
Let my spirit rise, at last, I’m free

By Philip Mason