(35) Four GhostsA Poem by Chris Smith Welshpoetcs
Four ghosts came meeting
Gave each other a greeting Always met at this cemetry They were all related, you see Great grandfather fought World War One Until that day he was shot and then gone He died at the age of being thirty two Never got to the change of things to do Grandfather was who died in World War Two Shot dead, out of the blue He died aged only twenty one He never got to hold his new baby son The Grandson fell as the years past Killed in Desert Storm, explosive blast His poor child was raised by his Dad The rain fell on a day so sad Afghanistan is where the son was shot dead A sniper put a bullet in his head So there are four graves next to each other They hope there will not be another So these four ghosts meet and salute now The only way that they could, somehow If you listen, you hear them sing out loud Four War Heroes that fell doing their country proud copyright Chris Smith 2010 © 2011 Chris Smith WelshpoetcsFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorChris Smith WelshpoetcsCardiff until 2004, then Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, United KingdomAboutStarted writing in 1997 after a horrible attack, I found it theraputic and wrote a range of poems and short horror stories. Started sharing on the Web firstly with Yahoo 360 in 2005, then sites on .. more..Writing
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