By: Erik Martino
Erik, you are serving your country by writing this!!
Erik is a 4th Grade student in my Poetry Pals Club. This was written during a free write session. March 13, 2003
Leaning Towards My Country
If I could serve my country
I would go to war
I would be in a tank
Blinding whoever came into my dreadful path.
I would walk the hot, sweltering desert
In search of my clever prey.
I'd burst into every cave,
And use every drop of blood from my body
To heal the other brave men
Who would be called heroes!
I'd swim every sea
Climb every mountain
To find the right path.
As a soldier
Would sprint every desert to find my end destination
Usama Bin 'ladin
I might die trying.
Their Dreadful Moment
As the sweltering sun
Sits upon the mighty soldiers
As they fight for our united country
As our brave, young men
Standing there in the line of fire
Scared to their shivering bones
One man gets shot from our Navy
As the terrible Iraqi's
Laugh and shout horrifying joy.
The Mother and Father of the soldier
And sit watching
As the commander and priest come
To their door.
They know what has happened.
They enter a moment of their lives
With terrible sadness.
Trumpet of Honor
The sun is gracefully blazing down the horizon.
The horror is in the air.
The trumpet peacefully plays
As the men cry for their friends
Who sacrificed their life
For our country.
Hands over hearts
Pondering and knowing
Any minute, they too, could be gone.
Scarcely getting enough sleep
Dreaming of war
Listening to the lonely trumpet play on.