Daniel J Harding Comments

Old Glory User Rating: - /10 (0 votes) - vote - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 E-mail this poem to e friend Send this poem as eCard Add this poem to MyPoemList Print friendly version Our bunkers were full and the enemy lay all around Live ammo overhead as the bombs fell to the ground A man threw himself down on top one live grenade Saving men from his unit and so gladly he paid The land they had fought for so proudly to save Now was covered in bloodshed and many dead brave The orders came down the last hill must be won Their courage moved them forward it could not be undone The numbers were stacked but the last of these men Would still lay his life down to let freedom win As it continued falling they advanced the field slow Till the last of these brave men would face the dawns glow On top of this hill now stood the very last man With a wound to the head and a gun in his hand As he looked down below him at death and despair And he left our American flag planted there He thought of so many who paid for this freedom And he wondered if people knew how much we need em So when he comes home as a hero of the war Would any of his people know what he had fought for And in all his confussion, despair, grief and doubt The war finally ended as one more shot rang out Daniel J. Harding