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The soldiers line up
On the green, green, green hill
Their machete’s and guns leaning at their shoe heels
As a voice shouts out “Charge”, they all go into war
Remembering the purpose, and what this was for
The dust kicks up, as the soldiers risk their lives
For the country they are meant to serve, every day; every night
They are bold facing death in the face at that time
Courages and strong, on that very cold night
Finally the last gunshot has struck the night sky
And the soldiers let out a yelp of surprise
Yes, a lot died for their country we say
In fact, we honor them everyday
They helped saved our America in 1783
And we owe them great thanks for all eternity
As I lay down in bed and close my eyes
I think of the soldiers that risked their lives
Wow, I really loved this post! As someone who enjoys reading and writing poetry, reading what you have written was quite nice. It is rather impressive how you caught the feeling of war in your poem too. I find it neat how a lot of people don’t even think of all the brave people that sacrificed themselves in the army, but you do. You really do think about them. Anyways, love your poem! Keep writing, okay?