Lest We Forget
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Lucy Moeau, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2010
Within the heart I carry, I bring within the shore, the freedom of a child, born nor rich or poor.
To give me an education, to take me from the rain, I now help those of need, the desperate seeking pain.
Inside me is the child, brought up in a land, where honest tears were shed follows shouts of his command.
And now to say that I was wrong to unreasonable sides, I am a brave in heart at war, and carry out my pride.
The memory of a crawling boy is a moment I must cherish, but alongside my decisions is a flame of hurt and perish.
To the seekers of a battle within these hollow grounds, is a fight which I will stand to win and hide in these deep mounds.
For the saviors of our children who gave us this free earth, are a tale to live on, a new air to a new birth.