The tanks rolled on car’s road
The soldiers loaded their guns and hearts with fire
Equipped their minds for a foreign land
A land that many enter but no one had mapped
Rolled and rolled
past short grand towers of stone
adorn with flowers, windmills,
crows, weeds,
a boy whispered at a rock
“I’ll see you soon, I promise”
Boots squished as
He prayed
to see her again.
I wrote this poem noticing that there was alot of military areas around the graveyard. I thought it would have been an oddly morbid reminder for thoes to areas to be next to each other. It is as if the soldiers are constantly haunted by the consequences of war when they are training for it.
"Forgotten"- A Writing Journey 