The March Within

• Polly Stepnell, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

Admiring the poppies as we walk along
Almost thinking that what they did was wrong
Remembering the roaring and rumbling as we march thinking of the pain
Just as we stumbled achingly off the battlefield train
Gory with grief the train was as we departed
As we marched along, the populace was open-hearted

Grief is constantly hitting my soul
Trying to direct straight back to the bole
In honor citizens peacefully salute
That is why we continue to resolute
Happiness and pain altogether in one
With the bright and powerful astonishing sun