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
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.
Visit her website, My Books and I, her author fan page Facebook page, and her Amazon Author page.
Thank you for inviting me here today! It was a great pleasure...
ReplyDeleteTouching, and a great insight into your drama novels. Thank you for sharing Dawn with us, Scott.
ReplyDeleteAs a huge supporter of the military, Dawn, your poems always stir emotions in me. Having a grandfather and father who also served, and with their own stories to tell, this poem truly touched home. Hats off to your grandfather. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Cathy and Carmen. I too am a huge supporter of our troops. I have so much respect for them. My grandfather was a truly amazing and brave man. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, my gosh, that is so sad. Beautifully expressed, DG, as are all your poems. What an amazing way to honor your grandfather and all the other young men and women who've fought for freedom. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Elise :)
ReplyDeleteDawn, Haunting and lovely if it is possible to be these at the same time. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteDawn, your poem brought tears to my eyes. Very moving and beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Van and Michelle for commenting :)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely wonderful and so touching poem..Very moving and greatly written. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteDawn,
ReplyDeletethis is a great achievement today! We never had that many comments! Thank you for your contribution!
My pleasure Siggy, and thank you and Scott for inviting me here. :-)
DeleteAww, awesome post!
ReplyDeleteWOW Dawn--could almost see myself there--love that line "This war will never steal my last breath." Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you all so much for your lovely comments! Poetry is a great love of mine and this particular one is very special to me.
ReplyDeleteDawn, that was lovely! I'll be sharing this!
ReplyDeleteThank you LJ!
DeleteDawn, very touched by this. My grandfather was also very special to me and a very fascinating man with interesting stories too. You are already an amazing author and now I realise a great poet too. I look forward to book 6 :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Lisa for your lovely compliment. You have made my day. :)
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