My Personal Poems

Stolen Souls

I wrote this in Grade Eleven. This was the first poem I have ever written.

Poppies are red,

Families are blue.

A worried wife, stays up to pray,

While hero's are made.

Cannons fired,

Friends lost.

Enemies fired upon,

Soldiers gone.

There are now crosses and poppies that lay over them.

A fire in your soul,

The Swiftness of a gun and the power of a cannon.

Now you're gone, forever.

But we won't forget you,

We will honour you and what you did.