Visions Of The War

• Alicia Withers, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2011

We watched him leave
Not a tear in his eyes
The thought of the pain
drives me insane.
Until he is safe in our arms again
The land we love and adore.
Visions in my head of him lying on the dirt.
With blood seeping through his shirt.
The thought of not seeing him anymore
Brings feeling of heart ache down to my core.