War Poetry

Noelle Turley
West Valley High School, Fairbanks

My brother, father, uncle, and grandfather
All of them sitting around telling stories
It's quiet and we are all together

The wind is blowing providing a light breeze
The sun is shining down upon our house
We are lucky because we are all safe.

I wake up
They are all gone
I don't know if they will be coming back
Will they have a chance to tell us stories ever again?

The wind is cold and rough
The sun hasn't come out since they left
I don't know if they are safe

Will they ever come back?
Each knock on the door could be
Someone telling me that they are gone
That they won't be coming back

I miss them already
They told us yesterday that they are all gone
They came and knocked on our door


The horror I felt
What about the horror they felt
How did they feel?

We must go on
But never forget them
They gave their lives so that ours would be better

I will remember you
I will not forget
You will always be here because I won't forget

Wish I could sleep and dream that sweet dream
We are all together alive and safe
I don't want to wake up

They are gone
They chose to leave
They are gone forever

-noelle


Hoarfrost encrusted tree

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