War HeroA Poem by Emunah June.
He sits and says nothing.
His tired eyes That have seen so much Bloodshed and horror Wander towards the calander
It's took dark So he moves his Creaky old wheelchair To the calander
And stares
It's July 4, 2011 today And his throat Which has been sore since he came home Trembles at the date
His fingers Rough and worn from carrying a rifle Delicately make their way over to The stump On his left
A large explosion rocks his home And he shudders in fear His hands grip the sides of his wheelchair And he feels vomit crawling up his throat
The war is outside of his home Dark shadows illuminate the streets And with un-imaginable terror They walk towards his lawn
His name is being called And explosions rock the skies He can't scream He can't even run
His door is flung open And inside step his grandchildren With sparklers and broad grins "Happy 4th, Grandpa!"
His heart is racing He is scared
It's the 4th of July again © 2011 Emunah June.Author's Note
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