By Dawn Torrens
An ambush took them by surprise,
Comrades falling all around,
A soldier finds sanctuary in a hollow tree,
The only one left he now realized.
The enemy makes camp all around he did see,
While the lone soldier remains still and dares not breathe,
Silent he remains until the arrival of sunrise,
Greeted by the sight of fallen comrades laid out before his eyes.
No enemy insight just the lingering smell of death,
He searches the dead for his childhood friend.
Only to find him spread out on the land,
This war will never steal my last breath.
As he walks undefeated through desolate land,
The sound of guns not too far behind.
His mission he knows is not yet accomplished,
Until he reaches his longed for homeland.
Dedicated to my Grandfather 1923-2012
As a great lover of war history, after listening to many stories by my grandfather who fought in World War II, I decided to write and dedicate this poem for him.
My grandfather was a fascinating man. Many years ago when I was just a young girl he told me a fascinating story. This story never left me and I wondered at his courage and strength to survive a night in a hollow log while the Germans slept all around him. This poem tells of his story.
I am a true believer that the reading of books and poetry alike is akin to an incredible journey for the mind. As an author and poet, I have written five books with a sixth on the way. Through my writing journey I have learned many things, one of which is this, without failure there can be no success. Simply put, if we never fail at anything how can we possibly grow.
I am a devoted mother living in Birmingham England and blessed to be married to a very supportive husband.
Her other books include Amelia's Story
and Broken Wings.
The author is also a member of RABMAD, "Read a book make a difference," a group of like-minded authors who donate a percentage of their sales to their chosen charity.