Let The Soldiers Rise

• Tia Lelliott, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2012

The crack of guns at dawn,
The fear of who will die,
Each loved one is awaiting,
Trying not to cry,

When footsteps reach the door,
Fingers are crossed in hope,
But when you find their not there,
You wonder how you'll cope,

You know it can't be true,
You listen for their cries,
But all you need to know,
Is to let the soldiers rise.